MAY 5, 2020 // THE WHIMS OF THE LAW

THE SEA RANCH, CALIFORNIA

Long day. I feel sad. I sang for a long time. Maybe you’re supposed to be vulnerable and sincere, but I keep trying to rewrite the record. I didn’t listen to enough music or read enough books. All these doubts that anybody has are all in your head. They can see the things that you can’t see. You don’t pay attention to anyone and no one pays attention to you. If you have no money the government will come get you. A list of what I did today. Tide pools. Sea urchins look like Dr. Seuss trees. I’m always pleased to see a snake. If you sing about food it’s for old people. I try not to say curse words or sing about food. I wanted to say bitch real bad today but I didn’t. Chores. Girlfriend. Photo safari. Flowers, waves, old barn, and fence. Eminem imbibes pop culture for the benefit of having a subject matter his audience will predictably identify with? Who is your audience, and what are you interested in? I don’t even know who you are. Sometimes I don’t understand why this job is necessary. I’m a reasonable worker. Snakes and tide pools feel right again. The Newport Jazz festival on the radio from Point Reyes and Bolinas. Jack Kerouac’s grave. Your friend said you’re good at baseball. This is a form of study. You need a game. The whims of the law.