and a half
this room has all the textures of solitude. it's a quiet, still room. here, i have sat, deeply alone. vacillating between peaceful and frantic. the frantic somehow seems peaceful in retrospect. i felt patient.
other times i was alone, on the sidewalk island where you wait for the street car in the sunset district. the ocean to my left was deep, high, luminous. to my right, the darkening city i was returning to reflected sunlight for moments more. the wind battered all around my body, a wisp there, wearing clothes. the feeling of clothes, and darkening, and solitude. heading home to my quiet, peaceful room.