About The Most Important Subject There Is: The Weather

My accurate records indicate that it was May 18 when I last wrote anything in this journal, and looking back through my email, I realize that was about the last time I answered a message. All communication seems to have stopped and I can't account for this gap in time. What happened?

I know what it was, actually, it's very simple. It is what most people call "nice weather" and I call a "heatwave." The temperatures were up in the 90s in the midday, and stayed in the 90s at midnight in our apartment—which is a cramped, one-room place with one window facing south and west. The humidity was likewise in the 90s. Every year I threaten to move "out of the South" to somewhere more suited to my disposition, but the question is, where would I go? Somewhere that is high altitude, maybe? But I have no idea where. I keep thinking there is going to be, someday, a new city revealed to me.

So, anyway, in all that heat and humidity, no emails, no journals, no 50 foot high murals secretly mapping out grand schemes. Then in the last few days it has gotten cooler and lovely, really, and the humidity is also really low. It actually feels weird out because it's so low. I was walking around noticing how I was smelling everything differently and noticing details I can't usually see in the mushy haze. But the funny thing is, I felt more out of sorts in this low humidity than I have at any other time. I couldn't escape the feeling that something bad was going to happen at any minute.

Now it's raining, and I'm comfortable with this. Actually, the whole day was dark enough to turn on your headlights. As I was walking down an avenue, I noticed that I could see far into places, restaurants mostly, that were illuminated inside with artificial lights. I had never noticed this before—usually when the sun is bright you notice the facade and windows, and maybe a few feet inside, at best. Back when I had all the money in the world, I would walk by these places, I guess assuming they were just facades constructed by the art department. Now that I have seen the depth of each one, I really want go the these restaurants to each lunch. And now I have no money.