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And I read these beautiful sonnets today, by Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets. Beautiful even in English.

Yes, you will probably never believe me, but this incredible thing happened. I did not even know you were there. And I just don't understand.
February 13, 2026 at 5:35 AM
Five years in Brooklyn. Were you actually there? I never thought of it a second. Lisa never said anything. The mise-en-scène was absent. That was our whole relationship. Without that, I could not live.. I twas a monster assembled out of pieces. And you were actually there?

NY, my crater.
February 13, 2026 at 5:01 AM
This asteroid hit, with the memory of you on it, mise-en-scène, I never remembered it before 8 months ago. That is why I am struggling like I am but also, why I have hnever felt more power. My North Star has returned.
February 13, 2026 at 4:44 AM
I often wonder. I feel you were out in the kitchen again in the morning, and Lisa caught you there, and realized you endangered her whole plan. And she was the one who did the damage. You were vulnerable, perhaps. You just didn't know what had happened--just like me.
February 13, 2026 at 4:41 AM
Pompe-step, which was also sudden, the psycholigists say that is eough to isolate a memory. Plus, you overwhelmed my senses, somehow. I felt I was floating about ten feet to the left of myself, because I saw you walk into your room. You slammed the door in my face. Do you remember that?
February 13, 2026 at 4:40 AM
If you were in Brooklyn, which I really don't know, how could I have never sought you out? I just don't understand that. I know I said Erzulie beofore--that is literature; but on a persona level i don't know. Maybe it was trauamtic when you slammed the door in my face, combined with your intiial
February 13, 2026 at 4:37 AM
The point is, I don't know if you were in Brooklyn. All I know is I saw you on Avenue D. You were walking very slow, up Avenue D, and even when you walked away from me without saying a word, very slow....just a note--an unusually slow pace.
February 13, 2026 at 4:26 AM
...that two Patsy Clines were created.
Which is a brilliant move, if you can handle it.
A binary star.
February 13, 2026 at 4:23 AM
"Who is this beautiful alien to this planet and why is she here?"
The point is especially when i think of myself as Frankenstein--who I always though I looked like--you had this Frankenstein's bride quality--like two women stiched togehter. Could that have created growing up such a problem...
February 13, 2026 at 4:22 AM
Or the voice coudl have arisen from that you looked so different from the side as from the front. Growing up, this was I imagined, a problem. From the side you looked incredibly feminene and had that beautiful projecting occiput. Which made me me think.
February 13, 2026 at 4:20 AM
I did meet one other woman who was also a genius who was two people. Could it be that you were like that? You also stopped as I mentioned before and addressed that voice to the left and floating there and said "I thought I could do this..." So that could mean a missing twin, perhaps.
February 13, 2026 at 4:18 AM
Since I literally no nothing about you except the mise-en-scène and the initial handshake and the final one, and then Avenue D., I realized well I can create whoever she was. How to explain that voice I heard when I shook your hand. "She will marry a man." it said. A woman's voice.
February 13, 2026 at 4:15 AM
So I worked on "Girl at the End of the World" all day. I had that idea in the 80s when Lisa and myself were inseparable, before she started to go a bit wrong. I tried to stop it. I told her about Bonhoeffer and his existentialism. You probably heard those stories.
February 13, 2026 at 4:14 AM
Rick does air conditioners. And his wife Eva works in Oak Ridge, where a lot of nuclear weapons research work was done. But I never felt a trace of that when talking to you but sometimes people from the south hide that, they get very skilled, especially when in the north.
February 13, 2026 at 4:09 AM
And so was the first voice you used on me, that farmer's son voice, before you shook my hand, something like your actual voice. It's possible. You could be from Tennessee. I have a few good friend down there a Quaker who likes to talk to me about nuclear weapons deocnstruction as well as Rick.
February 13, 2026 at 4:08 AM
I was amused by your posts from the Tennessee Holler. So it seems very not SOCAL. Are you actually from Tennessee? Did you trick me? I always thought you were from Cleveland, perhaps. Was there a military person in yoru life? You seemed so impeccable.
February 13, 2026 at 4:07 AM
How can that be? I never even invited you to a party? I did not even know you were there. Lisa never mentioned it, though I do have this one nightmarish memory of her, saying, Oh, I got together last week with Patsy and Joy Bailey (not clear about this). I thought, what in hell are you doing?LJ?
February 13, 2026 at 4:04 AM
Just as you said in the middle of that sequence (looking up to an unseen presence) "I thought I could do this...but he...does not appreciate...al this," you said, motioning to the room.
And I never showed any sign of appreciation. Indeed, I don't eve know if you ever were, actually in Brooklyn.
February 13, 2026 at 4:02 AM
Oh, and when I said the other day, that "in Brooklyn for five years, not even a cup of coffee...." I relaized later that sounded like a resentment. in fact, why on earth would you seek me out? After 7 years of apparently ignoring your mise-en-scène, I do realize, I must have seemed weightless.
February 13, 2026 at 4:01 AM
That Metropolitan bespeaks a theatrical education.
Does the name Catherine Dunham mean anything to you? That would create an easy transition to the plot point.
February 13, 2026 at 3:58 AM
I worked on "Girl at the End of the World" all day today. I realized I needed a theory of your personality. Since I know literally nothing about you, I realized well, I'll have to invent. I'd rather it weren't that way. But you had not overt "tell."
February 13, 2026 at 3:55 AM
I greatly enjoyed listening to Hazy Shade of Winter, just now. I resisted it. I believed I didn't like it. But listening to it again, I enjoyed it. I pulled up the lyrics, too. Good choice. How on earth Patsy did you get this aesthetic? Did a grandparent bring you up?
February 13, 2026 at 3:53 AM