the finish

my last unencumbered weekend led to blowing a quarter of a wan within twelve hours, and a whole bunch of rash decision-making, confrontation with strangers, and drunkenness, with frequent overlaps. to be honest the weekend felt like a three-day version of the "smack my bitch up" music video by the prodigy. tomorrow is the weekday, but it won't feel like a weekday for me because i don't have work yet. it will feel very much like a weekend day because i will be running errands, watching film, and eating outdoors.

the peerless max roach passed away on thursday. i got a call about it that evening and as soon as i picked up the phone i was overtaken by this feeling of dread. there was a feeling of inevitability about it, so much so that when i saw his obit on the front page of the times the next morning i couldn't muster a reaction. there are no words for genius of his magnitude, especially when combined with how energetic and poised he was.