Reading by the Seine
Today I got rid of most of my furniture. Julia’s father took that which belonged to her daughter. The neighbour downstairs got a fridge and a bookshelf —we came across her on the stairs and cold-asked her if she wanted it. Some friends will take the remaining stuff on Monday. My living room is full of boxes, and my sleeping room is so empty it makes me sad. No picture of that, it’s too ugly. Instead, feel the moment of utter leisure that this man is enjoying.