I have friends in Brazil. Leave everything and come with me now.
—The Conformist
Why am I not writing in my journal? Because of paranoia about losing the pages? Because of taking another lover on last night? Don’t want to see it written down because of the tawdry factor? He was okay, but talks too much during sex, asking about. “What do you like?” And “Isn’t this good?” Also gives directions. He needs to cool out a little, but he’s pretty okay. Went to Walter Mittey’s and that was nice. Jazz in a basement place makes you feel cool, even when you’re not. I think this will be an okay friendship, but not a sexual one.