Workbook: May, 2012
- May 31, 2012: Fatigue, struggle, obstacle.
- May 30, 2012: In dreams she tells me she's happy where she is.
- May 29, 2012: Old woman points to the shrouded figure on the bed.
- May 28, 2012: The mother has come subtly around...
- May 27, 2012: College town.
- May 26, 2012: Remorse, regret.
- May 25, 2012: I feel I have ruined this lifetime.
- May 24, 2012: Street confrontation.
- May 23, 2012: Everyone's dead.
- May 22, 2012: Heart.
- May 21, 2012: Behind her back the mother she emulates labels her "my greatest failure".
- May 20, 2012: It's so dark...
- May 19, 2012: Two young women on the sidewalk...
- May 18, 2012: You're hoping for a place to park and recharge.
- May 17, 2012: Your colleague is online while programming.
- May 16, 2012: Dinner with friends.
- May 15, 2012: The dirt in my soles.
- May 14, 2012: Don't be crippled by seriousness.
- May 13, 2012: Those are your boxes of cassettes piled in the gutter with leaves and rubbish.
- May 12, 2012: A smaller bicycle...
- May 11, 2012: No. Wait. Where is this?
- May 10, 2012: In my twelve years of public school...
- May 9, 2012: Still yet another Fifth Beatle.
- May 8, 2012: You're in an art gallery and there's a ladder...
- May 7, 2012: There's a falsifiction that Lenin was a dour fellow, all business all the time.
- May 6, 2012: Long day, yes?
- May 5, 2012: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
- May 4, 2012: I cut my road trip by a couple of days when my landlady wrote to say there'd been burglaries in the neighborhood.
- May 3, 2012: They were so volatile.
- May 2, 2012: She paced the apartment for a week, crying, crying, crying for her lost babies.
- May 1, 2012: Why did I drink at the party?