DAY 10

Moved so fast today I see a blur of faces in my mind's eye and nothing to remember. I am all feeling and no picture. A staircase I climbed up and down so many rounds. Slow and plodding. Abstract carpeting underneath my clogs. The creak of a 100 year old building gentle and certain. Aging. Above the mezzanine on this round: lights bright as though they were turned up for closing time, but it's not closing time. The sheen of a leaf in the bouquet seems plastic, too bright. All of it, blinding.