Hul 21, 2007

The Get Well Soon

I hope she has a mother, a kind one.

Nella Last
July 21, 1943
Diary entry


The night swimming down deep, still yesterday night's unforgettable dream of kidneys and white cats. I work the weekend away, I need to anyway. I try to stir up other thoughts. Nothing works. I refuse to write a word more. Countless nights ahead - or so we never fail to tell ourselves - maybe later another dream. Maybe tomorrow night. I shall forget. Famous last words: I shall forget.