07.09.05 - 7:22 p.m.

I work these summer nights being run around in a van printed with the word "Fantastic" to clean libraries and car dealerships. Last night I mopped with Israel, a visiting gentleman from Mexico, where he works as a superintendant of a school. I found a bowl of candies on a Volvo desk and gave one to him. He was so pleased, and smiled and said my name to me over and over (Yessica). We barely understood each other. We belong to a secret society that occupies your buildings after dark.

I'm tired and don't really know what I'm doing. I paused in the construction of the world I was building a couple months ago, and now my design is too small...with nails rusty and lumber damp. When I used to live with my Dad, his announcement "Well, the firewood's still too wet" in the evening in the winter was certain death. It meant some cold cold sleeping. This time having no wood means no decorous fantasy life to invite others to move in to yet.

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i whisper hello to everything