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3:45 p.m. - 2004-11-18

New days

It is hot hot hot. Passion-hot with dust and wind that is hotter than still air. Things break in this heat, a city full of random outages. In my office life that is about dealing with random outages we laugh, push back our chairs, bless the airconditioning. I bought an enormous, red, fleshy mango and in the twenty minutes it sat in my backpack it leaked rich, stinking mango pheremones, ripening onto my jacket and papers. My bag is full of mango sex, or at least, mango-wanna-be-sex. People who come in here from out there stumble, faces slack with shock. At the cool in here or the hot out there? Either, really.

I already know how much I will miss this heat, when I leave for a city that is all fog and wind and mild temperance. No extremes for the well-mannered. That seems so sad.

Eight weeks and counting down. On January Seventeenth I will have been twenty two for two days, and I will be saying goodbye.

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