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…
