I don't have anything for you today. There is good news coming tomorrow, and the 31st, but not today.
I was writing when I heard a sound from another apartment. The happy song of a Zojirushi rice maker. And I started to cry. Not big, embarrassing crying, thank god, because I was in the courtyard, basically in public, but little, painful, vicious tears I couldn't control. I want it back, my life. I want it more than I want food or drink or love or shade on a hot day. I'm homesick for a place that wasn't really my home, couldn't be, really. I don't know how to get back there and it breaks my fucking heart.
Please forgive my lapse.