Friends disappear or they are powerless. This is what misfortune meansan acid test of friendship.I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

all the tall mad mountains of her mind

It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now.This is not uncommon after loss of love—blue and black and red blasting the crater open.I am interested in anger.

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover isto watch the year repeat its days.It is as if I could dip my hand downinto time and scoop upblue and green lozenges of April heata year ago in another country.I can feel that other day running underneath this onelike an old videotape