Jan.23.2012-At the public library downtown sitting next to a women breathing very heavily (auto correct said “heavenly”… it is far from) She is also occasionally humming optimistic melodies to herself. I think she’s reading something, but I can’t tell. Nope she’s sleeping. I’ve picked out three books to read. Writings of Leon Trotsky 1934-35, A Draft of Shadows by Octavio Paz, and Night Wraps the Sky: writings by and about Mayakovsky. Reading Bolaño has really got me focused on finding as much poetry and idealism as I can… Nope she’s reading. And she has a thick beard.