from the vault again thursday march sixteenth two thousand and six you see im transcribing a note book and have been coming across these things written while in brooklyn

Thursday, March 16th. I think I felt some vibrations from the train that was passing underneath. Although not exactly warm, the weather is at least sunny. I wanted to get outside after being cooped up in the apartment all day. The job search continues but today was different, researching not jobs but ways to get jobs, applying for temp. agencies and what not. I was gong to go to the museum with a., who happened to be in town, passing through as I might describe it to someone else. Unfortunately though she hadn't finished her work and that effectively put a stop to any plans we might of made this afternoon, and I left slowly thinking of the day and what might become of the day. In the cold it seems that much brighter, and this jacket stops all the wind except of the wind getting on my hands. It feels nice to sit in the sun and as I wait I rot but not in the winter and only as the ground beings to thaw. I keep thinking I hear a rumbling train below me, and I think it is all I hear. No boiling blood or basic instinct, no soluble personal struggle in the hillsover looking the anonymous city. I wonder how ad. made out with the land lord? I wonder how much longer I'll sit here. Am I lonely? Thoughts from above. I don't think so, just tired of being in my apartment. I suppose the elevation of this bench is what's causing the the wind to blow. I suppose.