There's this new house that I sit in, alone, indoors when it's nice outside and I want to swim but I can't (what if I drown?) and it's way too hot today and none of my clothes look right, and I have commitments and appointments but isn't it easier to forget them all? I forget them all for a second and I eat and eat, and soon I'll walk to the crystal shop because I need some more magic but for now it's much easier to sit here in minimal garments and waste time.

It's much too easy to pretend to be bored. I have plenty of things to do, why won't I do them?

Someone will be here soon. Then this faux loneliness will disperse like fire...when it's just...begun ...to rain.