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May in Varanasi. 25° and wet. It’s like the 6th circle of the inferno here, Edith – where they flail the arses off the howling heretics and the men who fuck marine life etc. NATO’s stomping on the Balkans while India and Pakistan threaten one another with nukes. “Dead From the Waist Down” on MTV. The humidity’s making me horny and mad. I miss Robin. In his new book, Ken Wilbur calls it “skin hunger”. I feel like I’m building up a charge. Monsoon’s on its way.
