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There's a dog barking outside the window. There is a tree outside the window, branches that seem to come from nowhere. Chet Baker's playing somewhere, maybe actually on vinyl or maybe through a cable that's been crimped and doesn't play nicely. The sound's a little crunchy, rough, linty. On the desktop there is a full size calendar with great big squares like a play-calculator, the numbers bold but without much written alongside and most of what is there crossed out in great solid saturations of ink. What is written is bright sky blue.

There is a column of digits, trailing one dark date but extending beyond the boundaries of that day's outline straight to the bottom line of the page. Oct 2. First there's a time- 7:50 am. The rest is written differently, fairly illegible but not written over. The final space on the page, the platform of the column, is filled with a great ornate 'T'. A man's voice somewhere.

What makes you think I know?