..it is day 38..
the numbers are not existing no more
just marks on paper and my brain explodes
we remember logarithms, sines and cosines
tables & music notes that melted away into
no understanding
whatsoever
yesterday cleared and we found a place to
read in the greenhouse
i was not prepared
not a good gardener
which means that i am not a good person
for it seems the lockdown law that all must
have plants and make fresh bread
the little house is tidy and painted now
she brought me the chair in secret now
she puts her life out there
on the ambulance so i
sit there and read
worry for her and
all the others for
all the good that worry does
later i drew all neat and precise
like as if that was important or
something
after hours
i did smudgy
and it much improved my situation
later up the house i found that we danced to the same music
yesterday
samba