headache

this year ends on a note not so far from my physical self.

headache.

dull but overpowering.

like a stifled sneeze,

or a trapped memory.

the los angeles book of the dead

during the holidays i especially feel the gaps in my life from the dearly departed, but visiting cemeteries just don't cut it right now, as that would ratchet up the sads.

this town just has too many spectres for me at times.

the book would consist of intersections or locations around this berg, and the relevant memory of the diseased attached to it.

maybe also the wit, wisdom, or guidance that that person gave me, aping the guideposts that the tibeten book gives.

hmmm.