Tuesday, January 11, 2000
1557 Noe St., San Francisco
That feeling that whenever I write in here I need to be assessing my entire existence and experience, I think it's because my life really isn't involved in anything. There's no drama in my life, there's only the big picture. No, not even. No big picture. Just lack of any little pictures. Occasionally, maybe a sketch on a napkin left on the table after the meal is done.