The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
November 10, 2004

Maps

Of course I wish I had a map room, Diary, but the practical side of my mind knows there's really no point. Over the weekend, the stereo was reconnected in the gray room. I am still debating what to play first. Those glorious Linn loudspeakers (Akurate 242's if you care.) will soon be soothing my antennae. Right now they are pumping out a low-energy pink noise loop. Warming up is as important for a good stereo as it is for a serious racketballer. Manolo is gradually increasing the volume every hour. I must have spent two hours on the floor, watching the cloudscape though the skylight. With the gray walls as a frame, the sky seems more somehow.