Mark's Pages

March 31, 2009:

I bought her a guitar in a thrift store. Warped, unplayable except for slide.

She wanted to learn: an enthusiasm of a few weeks, like the paint sets and artist's paper I later found discarded in her drawer.

She's like a teenager that way. Enthusiastic, experimentive, a bit unfocused.

She left the guitar here for me. I play it, and think of her