16.VII.2002 :::: 19.56

yesterday a great big fire engine barrelled around the corner & flipped itself over & crashed into a bar. no one was killed. the big headline today said, "i thought it was a bomb."

this is all i can think about. outside the heat hits you from the ground up; outside the sky is relentlessly grey.

earlier this afternoon i had a million things to write down but now i am just sitting here in the library, picking the polish off my nails.