My earliest memory is of being on a train at night; it's just darkness, maybe a tunnel, with lights flashing by. When I was 3, my grandmother brought me from Chicago to my mother in New York. It's probably a memory of that. About 10 years ago…

In December 1948, a man and his wife were walking on Somerton Beach, near Adelaide, Australia. There was a man sitting there; they thought he might be drunk. Another couple thought he was asleep. The next morning it was discovered that he was…

I was thinking about him earlier today, and then this came out of me, with its simple majesty, its quiet horror. I wonder what title they gave him in Hell.

Hexicism, vexicism, and asexuality. Repeat. Eight-track recording, 12-4-22 9/9

Oh, I forgot about you. I don't know about you. Newly seen and approached cautiously. Unlike the second half of this album, which is old hat and uses anything but restraint. Two-track recording, 12-4-22. 8/9

In Which Our Hero Realizes That It's Not A Thing But Everything. The title is taken from a line in "The Third Man." First rule is, "The laws of opportunity." Second rule is, "Be nice to possibility." Third rule is, "Don't talk to probability…

When an acquaintance becomes a heartache and a heartache becomes a friend. So far, so good. The clouds are just clouds. Four-track recording, 12/3/22. 6/9

This situation is really fucked up. This song should be deadly silence, but I can't even get *that* right. I like this anyway. If not the silence of my mouth, then the meditation of my heart. Two-track recording, 12/2/22. 5/9

Something is definitely happening, or not happening. I don't know what it is, and I'm getting pretty tired of it, and I want it to stop. Or start. Two-track recording, 12/2/22. 4/9

There ain't no clues nowhere. Four-track recording, 12/2/22. 3/9