Telling: Streams & Logs


Sept 17 - lbk

Night full of sirens. Fitfull sleep. Hopeless past 4:30. Sparse traffic sounds amplified to my ears. The solitary cars speeding down Damen sound like jet planes. The roar of approaching trains unnerving. 5:30 I crawled from bed, went downstairs to turn on the tv to assure myself of no new disaster.