i just left a really important bag somewhere in the threads of the subway. had about a year’s worth of notes and class plans on yoga, my douglas brooks version of the bhagavad gita, the article from the ny times i was in, a stephen cope book, an umbrella, and my expense report receipts for may.
i am really sad. really really sad. i hope someone really kind and wonderful will give it back to me. so much irreplaceable stuff in there. you just don’t think about it until it’s gone.