dear diary

 please remember for me when living on mipolomol road, highest house on the boney ridge of the santa monica , with 12 foot glass windows and all the channel islands visible on clear days, and how doing all those pastel/gouache pieces by the dozens which were trucked from lodging to lodging until landing in an artist district years later; thinking to throw away everything old, and the night you did, only to wake hoping they were still there, and after you helped get the district popular, sold them all, and made new ones