Murky Light
September 7th, 1986
I don’t know whether even to walk is what I want to do. I could go to church but —– I’ve been there before and the only value is to see pretty girls and who are the Catholics but I’m tired of that. It is an excellent day and there is sunshine in Kafka though a lot of murky light also and I have the big option of going in to the bookstore to work, something I sort of promised to Cathy, my darling friend at work. To read - to keep reading, would be the best thing to do, and maybe a walk later, possibly to work, this way seeing some dresses and getting some sunshine also. But truly I have to be selfish about what I do if I am to get my masters this semester and then be free to if I want to go someplace else, possibly to Europe again.