Coffee on the heater. Miles Davis quartet playing on my little yellow speaker. Its sound isn’t that great but it works fine. Works fine for now. Drove out to buy cigarettes. but everything stays closed, including the tiniest of shops where you can easily find raw tobacco and cigarette packs. Outside its pretty windy. Looks like another cyclone is coming. Or maybe it’s because tonight is a full moon night. The perfect moon with all its blemishes is already up in the sky, shining bright yellow. Everything is quite beautiful this evening. The bright moon. Some cool jazz. Windy atmosphere. I don’t even feel like writing. I don’t feel like doing anything. I could pick up my chair and walk up to the roof and sit there all night listening to jazz. I think that’s what I would be doing pretty soon. Writing and everything else can go to hell. Wait, what’s that smell? Shit I forgot about the coffee.
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