a day

today I didn't go to school. It was nice. I sat in my bed with my ukulele.

then I left home at three and was sitting on the bus listening to transatlantique,

reading the end of Demian (interesting book) and smiling as the bus headed past the graveyard, dusty sunlight and distant northwest bay and all.

I felt if I died soon then there should be a final photo taken of me at the moment because I felt alright with everything.

does this make sense