found moleskine that survived the intentional fire, entry 1

“I WALK DOWN THE STREET AS IF I HAD A CHOICE, A HURRIED STROLL IN THE ONLY DIRECTION I CAN. I’M RUSHING SO I START TO SWEAT, AND IT’S ONE OF THOSE WARM SUMMER NIGHTS, WHERE THE AIR FEELS CLOSE AND THICK AROUND YOUR SKIN, A HUMID AFTERIMAGE OF THE SUNNY DAY THAT PRECEDED IT…

IT’S FUNNY HOW YOU SOMETIMES DON’T SEE THINGS THE WAY THEY OUGHT TO BE UNTIL THEY ARE LIT UP IN JUST THE RIGHT WAY.”