February 19th, 1981

What is this need that wells up inside me and threatens to wash me gently away with the soft rain washing the city?

Wendy was in the city today. She came to the office and we came back to the Village and ate chicken salad and bagels and drank beer and hung pictures on my walls.

What is this need? It is holding the nail while Wendy straightens the photograph. It is sunburst days and Allan on city streets. It is Lyn laughing on the telephone.

It is a thirty year old man in search of a mate.