theres nothing to write.what grief.i thought of blogging today but alas my story at this moment lacks zing.a report on the activities of the last few days may be a substitute.this is a period thats worth recording
i could submit my term paper on monday(as per schedule),tuesday was spent in skirmishes with the apostate,football.shit i remember very little of my immediate past.there are certain caveats to weed that im ignoring for sure.
wednesday thats yesterday is a bit more clear though
see morning i went to chochu baari and had a conversation on hot air balloons.she knows a lot.pretty given to fly haan
then in the afternoon came back and am now reading this book 'temptations of the west'.its by pankaj mishra.piquant read.then night i went to binoo's.stoned on the road at 12 in the night,in salt lake,rajarhat,sector v-----an almost erotic foreboding,eerieness of empty,wide roads,salt alke is sinister,im very gregarious
oh before that went to nafeel's.i can now probably situate the calm of this day.twas the dinner of last night
an ode to nafeel is in order