Trinity Stories: July 24th: A Wise Fool

Everything I saw or did was potentially data, a word or a sound or something for the book, and then I really realized that for me writing meant having something coherent in the world. ... He is gone for over an hour and by the time he gets back, we're the only ones in the hotel. It's the dead zone between 12-3, and every door in the hallway opens to an empty room, each identical with their mini-coffee makers and jewel-toned highly flammable bedspreads. ...