19 MAR 06
I hate to think how she had to let him push the piano from the wagon. After they'd made it so far. I couldn't think about the rest of that journey. "Crawling in and out of the details of maps"? Every night. At least we can smoke. Well, I can smoke, she can't, not till later. "When we meet, in my country, we don't ask: what do you do? We say: what can you tell me about maps?" What they mean to me? Lines have meaning. Some are red, some are black. Show where the coast is, how far. Tell names. Of towns and rivers. Of roads. And say you can go.
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