The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
December 30, 2004

Harth

Jealousy on me is a suit with longish cuffs. You are comfortable, but you don't look good. Where and how to wear it is never an easy decision. I say that only because Terry Stamp's cabin is a dream. It should be photographed in one of those architecture magazines. The place is a three level loft, but since snow covers most of the first floor's windows, the light streams in only from above. It's a blue, blue light, Diary. The interior reminds me of a Navajo hogan, with its crossing beams and many shallow angles. There is a massive coffee table and a towering hearth. Maybe it's the mantle that is towering, or is that the cornice? I've never been good with architecture, Diary. I was going to write about skiing today, but right now the spirit of the fireplace is writing this entry. I am just the vessel. Guten aben.