Winnipeg
7 March 1956
For days now I have felt far from well – Indeed almost ill.
I need spring and sunshine. I have just read Christopher Isherwood’s Mr.
Norris Changes Trains. Amusing
chatty as all Isherwood – a flair for the perverted.
It’s a wonderful night again a walk to view the chandelier
stars under the deep dark blue sky – at 11 below zero – in March where is
spring, I may get a job in Vancouver.
Winnipeg
10 March, 1956
Today after a rather apathetic effort I handed in my School
of Architecture – I wonder how such an unorthodox effort shall be received.
Here it is the middle of March. More snow than ever and 15 below zero – months
and months of winter.
I am greatly puzzled by the future there is no security that
I can relie upon for anything – it makes doing anything, collecting anything
dangerous as there is no means of storing, transporting, or protecting such. I
wish I knew I didn’t have to worry about the fucking draft.
I am again seeing goals in life – Cooper union has left me
for nearly a year in shambles.
Winnipeg
14 March 1956
Still I ache and still it is cold (20 below zero at 8:oo am)
I have read Gide’s Lafcadio’s Adventure – by far the most lively of Gide – One
can’t help but enjoy and admire Lafcadio. No mail at all lately which makes me
feel rather neglected. I must be prepared for anything from my school of
Architecture and take the mark with a grain of salt.
Today is Black!!!!
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