kerouac says

it was in an alder grove, and the bugs were blimps. ball was played into the night, and the monkey became the New Guy, and was loved, and loved the game, and loved me. i spent the weekend locked into canoodle when i wasn't taking pictures, and my bug bites are now taking over manhattan. my parents hailed him like a medium-friend in a strange land and we all laughed. the people i don't see anymore were back, and it was so much warm friendship and so little sleep that now i feel like i was on Past Planet for a weekend, and then had to come home.

i miss them.

but i have a secret in my pocket. shhhhh:


the heart is an open lily.