Workbook: May, 2010
- May 31, 2010: Her adventures began the first summer.
- May 30, 2010: Smells: humid grass, suntan oil.
- May 29, 2010: Destructiveness. She wouldn't kiss me goodbye.
- May 28, 2010: I very much dislike the tone of those journals.
- May 27, 2010: I love her sister very much.
- May 26, 2010: Lacerated scalp...
- May 25, 2010: Your ride drops you at the passenger terminal.
- May 24, 2010: She makes you pay for every lapse.
- May 23, 2010: I wanted to be closer...
- May 22, 2010: Her fears, her indulgences, her courage.
- May 21, 2010: Whatever it is King Jerry sells, his customers do require.
- May 20, 2010: What do we share in common?
- May 19, 2010: That relationship always revolved around conflicting fantasies...
- May 18, 2010: Fantasies of salvation by women.
- May 17, 2010: Hurt, confusion, anger, disbelief.
- May 16, 2010: Piles of books on the floor...
- May 15, 2010: She is so new to things...
- May 14, 2010: I was just thinking about Sharon Tate when I decided to give you a call.
- May 13, 2010: Perhaps because I fear they want something which I don't wish to give...
- May 12, 2010: Kafka.
- May 11, 2010: That was all so fast.
- May 10, 2010: I didn't want many of them to know me.
- May 9, 2010: Puppylove.
- May 8, 2010: The sinking of the General Belgrano...
- May 7, 2010: Restless, restless, restless all the time.
- May 6, 2010: She emerged from her room...
- May 5, 2010: We didn't communicate with words.
- May 4, 2010: She told me once that she'd heard any number of terrible things about me...
- May 3, 2010: I'm sorry I was such a bad daddy to you.
- May 2, 2010: Anger, because I've dreamt of her kisses.
- May 1, 2010: with the window open...