Nima was in a mood today at
the hospital when I got there.
I'd brought her cigarettes and
chocolates, which brightened
her up a bit. We sat outside on
one of the seats out there and
we lit up and talked. I'd been
to London and had bought a
Charles Lloyd jazz LP and I
showed her. She gazed at the
sleeve and gave it back. I told
her about the Summer of Love
thing I'd seen in London, lots
of young people, guys with beards
and long hair and flowery shirts
and girls with long hair and beads.
I said it seemed God had got His
message through. She smiled and
said God was a big illusion and
the Summer of Love was just
another fashion thing. She was in
that type of mood. She talked of ***
how she wanted it, but there was
no place about. She told me she
needed *** so much even the night
nurse looked interesting. She opened
the box of chocolates and we ate
a few. I think she was pleased I'd
come, but at the same time seemed
bored shitless. She talked about
needing a fix, but I didn't answer
as I knew nothing of that drug stuff.
I said I had to go, so we walked
back inside and kissed at the door
of the ward, and I walked along
the corridor and out of her sight.
I dreamt of her a lot that night.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Nima was in a mood today at
the hospital when I got there.
I'd brought her cigarettes and
chocolates, which brightened
her up a bit. We sat outside on
one of the seats out there and
we lit up and talked. I'd been
to London and had bought a
Charles Lloyd jazz LP and I
showed her. She gazed at the
sleeve and gave it back. I told
her about the Summer of Love
thing I'd seen in London, lots
of young people, guys with beards
and long hair and flowery shirts
and girls with long hair and beads.
I said it seemed God had got His
message through. She smiled and
said God was a big illusion and
the Summer of Love was just
another fashion thing. She was in
that type of mood. She talked of ***
how she wanted it, but there was
no place about. She told me she
needed *** so much even the night
nurse looked interesting. She opened
the box of chocolates and we ate
a few. I think she was pleased I'd
come, but at the same time seemed
bored shitless. She talked about
needing a fix, but I didn't answer
as I knew nothing of that drug stuff.
I said I had to go, so we walked
back inside and kissed at the door
of the ward, and I walked along
the corridor and out of her sight.
I dreamt of her a lot that night.
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