Surface Magazine
Its Wednesday night, late (about 2:00 AM). Late connectionist reduction, tired but strengthened by commitment to renewal of career choice backed w/ funding for school. My throat is hoarse, but I ride up against the crest of despair, financial ruin, naked loneliness, possibility and possible greatness. How many new days have dawned like this one? and why...let's figure this out/ "slowly this time" bed beckons, logarithmic nights await.