Down the Drain

Spent most of the day trying not to think about things. Listening to the The Weight of a Piano, pretty good. Whenever I would go up or down the stairs, the smell of smoke would change. Basically, you smell it more in corners and the lower you go. How low can you go. When they go low, I go back upstairs. Smells best in the living room. Feeling somewhat crazy. Good news: the sun broke through, Forest Park appeared - and in the night it thundered and rained some. Lightening, too.