"The Discipline of D.E.", by William Burroughs
A cold dry windy day clouds blowing through the sky sunshine and shadow. A dead leaf brushes my face. The streets remind me of St. Louis... red brick houses, trees, vacant lots. Bright and windy back in a cab through empty streets. When I reach the fourth floor it looks completely unfamiliar as if seen through someone else's eyes. “I hope you find your way... red brick houses, trees... the address in empty streets.” Colonel Sutton-Smith, 65, retired not uncomfortably on a supplementary private income... flat in Bury Street St James... cottage in Wales... could not resign himself to the discovery of Roman coins under the grounds of his cottage interesting theory the Colonel has about those coins over two sherries never a third no matter how nakedly his guest may leer at the adamant decanter. He can of course complete his memoirs... extensive notes over a period of years, invitations, newspaper clippings, photographs, stretching into the past on yellowing dates. Objects go wit...
