Afterglow (a dog memoir)

The only true logic is sound. If you don’t know, listen. Bend yours.

d I was alone in my family, alone in my world, my one ally in the house, the man, my father was dying. I do need to talk about, hear it, the orientation of alcoholism in order to talk about my father.

Yet this inbetweenness, this aloneness, hear it now, is holy.

I knew I would be one alone in my family

ing sleeping woman

amazing versatile charm

Is everything alive you might ask? And a library? Yeah that’s a big question. Is everything a library too?

Cause you keep protecting me from disintegration and change which is my inevitable home: ash dust and reference.

. Do you think I had any idea what I was about to write today when I sat down. No I thought I just better do it

I tried to explain to her that what was there was enough. And she was bored with that. My lack of ideas. My lack of desire. I thought I wanted her. She doubted that. Did I? Did I know? Probably not.