Days of clear skies the temperature descending

    Days of no telephone calls or all the wrong ones

    Days of complete boredom and nothing

    is happening

    Days of 1967 coming to a close in the frigid condition of chest

    cold and cough

    drops

    Days of afternoons in the life of a young girl

    not being on time

    Days of daydreams exploding

    Days of utter frustration

    Days of my film being cursed and myself

    with the curse never lifting

    Days of closed windows to keep the cold

    out the livingroom warm

    Days of avoiding lunch for a phone-call

    with change of plans for the day

    Days of posting letters

    Days of no mail today

    Days of fatigue and amphetamine highs

    Days of Charles Edward Ives

    Days of the 4：00 pm doldrums

    Days of wonder drugs to challenge the common cold

    Days of utter frustration

    Days of forgetting