Jun
28th
Sat
28th
Winter on deck. All of the above covered with snow. Christmas music.
Then, spring. A weak sun, then a stronger sun.
You came and fell upon me, I was sitting in the wicker chair. The wicker exclaimed as your weight fell upon me. You were light, I thought, and I thought how good it was of you to do this. We’d never touched before.
- Donald Barthelme, On The Deck, Forty Stories
