june 26, 11:01pm | 6m | chickens

sunny today, but spent most of it indoors. met a friend for coffee in the morning and invited him back to the apartment so he could play on the piano a little. he improvises brilliantly in any style you ask. remember when i said that i couldn’t imagine just sitting at a piano and playing? like, out in public or in someone’s home? well, this dude does, and he does it well. in his presence, i consider my bonsai approach next to the exuberance and joy and abandon he experiences when he plays, and it seems in those moments like maybe i don’t even play the piano. i sat on the couch and snuck a photo and then a video of his playing. the rest of the day i spent alone with the piano. eyes crossing. looking at the computer or phone far too often. feeding an addiction. made two hot dogs for lunch—trader joe’s. i prefer nathans. also made dinner. lemon in my beer. feeling lonely in general. two chickens killed tonight in vermont. mom called, on the verge of tears. “heartbroken,” she said, which breaks my heart. an eagle swooped from the sky and took not one but two. no one saw it happen, but just discovered a heap of feathers. this hawk also allegedly killed another of mom’s chickens a week ago. so, from four to one. “scared to death,” mom said, describing the sole survivor, holed up in her chicken coop. these poor chickens.