I'm not going to write about my first thought because... well, I thought it out already, and this is a journal, not a diseration.I have decided to keep the journal for the time of Elul.

Lord, I just swa the bob Dylan bio and it had all of those wonderful people, gathered together at one time, for one cause. The cause is still there, and so are the people, but things are so scattered, so slow moving, so often unseen. The revolution is slow, slow, slow. How do we find each other? How do we move to each other? How do we find our public? How do I find those who are waiting for my stories?

Now it is Elul. Time to keep a journal. Time to reflect a little. I am not afraid of time. That is the one thing about Sabbaths, the fear that I am not doing when I should be doing, that I will run out of time. And then the fear that there is entirely too much time, that I will go numb with boredom with all the time stretching.

When I speak of repenting this Elul, one thing I really mean is that I want to thoroughly change. I want to change the way I perceive things. I want to deepen. I also want something awful to happen to those sons of bitchs who live across Howard Street, and who's noise I am always hearing. At that note I'll leave off this journal and slouch slowly to bed.