went back to newton this weekend after kind of a crazy week. saw lynn. she’s good. power was out at her house, kind of nuts. lightning bolt had struck a transformer not 20ft away, like 15min before I got there. we smoked cigarettes in the dark after eating rich french food, talked about everything, really.

saw mom. she’s ok. by which I mean not so good but still somehow upbeat. welcome change, this upbeatness, from phone conversations the week prior. it was all still strange. but good. but fucking strange, can’t quite say how, right now.

saw brother. he’s good. just moved to a real house, quit smoking pot. looks good. funny guy. invited him to bklyn while I’m here, hopefully I will see him, yes.

saw dad. his usual self. he bought me pizza, told me about delivering his paper and panel discussion in princeton sometime this month. still would not specify date. will give me keys to his cape house at some point. always some time, in the future, not quite sure when. smiley. genial interactions. the pizza was fantastic.

went to south station at 615. 640 train was sold out. killed time, smoked cigarettes. walked down congress street, on a whim. saw old 369 congress building. they’ve replaced all the windows and whatnot. painted the outside, too. making it look nice. no trace of the horrid invasions of last fall. almost lost it, had to stop, sit down. didn’t cry but wanted to quite badly. couldn’t stop thinking about my friend, and all the people whose names I don’t really quite know but are beloved by me for like forever. wack. all very wack. sucked it up, kept walking.

went back to south station, got train at 945. home now in bklyn. kind of very sad about everything. don’t care how retarded/cheesy that sounds, cuz that’s how it is. yes. more to come.

-fish