6/5_p2

10:47 AM — chirrup of birds — the baby starlings are out of their nest
pages could be written — a broken roof — grey sky — the tarmac — color of the roof a little darker than the road — do I like these colors — grey is a color I begin to like more and more —
grey clothes —
reverberate passages

a short grey skirt — motion of hips — click of high heels reverberating into — step of calves — motion of thighs under tight grey skirt — the grey color of baby starlings

as a page ends stop writing for another coffee — measure my life
10:51 — I don’t use spoons
black coffee — which is actually brown — an African friend who didn’t like to be called black because his skin was brown —
brown as a rich color which can be very beautiful — no skin is more beautiful than a “black” persons —
brown rocks I collected at the lake shore — the leather color — now the beautiful shades of grey and black colors —
brown grey and blue of my coffee cup — description of the room could be inserted

what is autobiography
what is I am
what am I am i
i am
end page with
begin page with
spiral of thoughts — many threads
choose one — where was I
as i

aspects of the mind — this consciousness that writes this is obviously only a small portion of what is going forward        — peripheral vision
magazines - radio - slippers - grey and silver radio - brown slippers - bright colors of rug and magazines
a continuing autobiography — try to see myself from outside — unshaven - hair a mess - feeling of sickness — what do I look like
3 days and then awake — I am running out of pages — 11:03 — I chew my fingers — if I had an ink well I could trim my quill or refill my pen — I don’t know what brought up that thought