Day 0100

Disappointed with my drawing today. Again, late night. Couldn't get anything in the right place. Hard standing up.

Wrote up quotations from Tolstoy, Proust, Ruskin. Took a walk to think about it but always interrupted by fellow walkers. When you are the only two blots on the landscape there is no avoiding acknowledging each other. More anonymity in the city where you never see the same face twice. Thoughts derailed.