Saturday May 15, 2021, 2:31 am. Restart the record and walk to the flower pots on the floor by the window. The same song begins again, sounding more out of tune with each listen. The room is always on fire but at least tending to something keeps time from completely standing still. “Is this stuff working—it’s already been two hours? Maybe this watch is broken.” Smoke another cigarette just to help keep time. Pouring a drink a cube of ice falls and melts on the floor. Sit down to finish the last chapter in a book by David Lenson but the song ends again. Stand up and walk to the record player….
