2004-12-29 - 4:27 p.m.
Once, in a vacation, Jaman said to me heatedly "I just can't wait to leave you." I was taking the photograph in a mirror, and he ducked away through the door so it became a photo of myself and the back of his arm. It was the first time I had seen him in a long time. I am the dog who whimpers longingly, he is the hound with his nose to the breeze. These are the vignettes I need to remember.
In my opinion, and in the opinion of others.