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.