Saturday 6/7
A drizzle in and out back and forth most of the day. The beach is bleached out white and the waves crash more far out than usual and white white like an overexposed photo.
Did wrong things with my collage which I will fix tomorrow. Was gonna go to the mr. fire island bear contest but fell asleep while reading Women in Love.
... There was a pause, a strange enmity between the two men that was very near to love. It was always the same between them; always their talk brought them into a deadly nearness of contact, a strange, perilous intimacy which was either hate of love, or both.
They parted with apparent unconcern as if their going apart was a trivial occurrence and they really kept it to the level of trivial occurrence yet. The heart of each burned from the other. They burned with each other, inwardly. This they would never admit.
They intended to keep their friendship a casual free-and-easy friendship, they were not going to be so unmanly and unnatural as to allow any heart burning between them.
They had not the faintest belief in deep relationship between men and men, and their disbelief prevented any development of their powerful but suppressed friendliness.
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