Old scrap notes
Where do I go away? There is no way I can escape reproach. It will wear us down and tear us apart, Chinese drop like. I hate routine, and it starts with capital reproach.
I can see I was in love back then when the pictures were taken. My eyes were filled with inner light. Not surprisingly this light came from somewhere else…
I look at you and it looks to me like you don’t care anymore. So looks are important.
