The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
February 7, 2005

Tulips

Constance littered the place with tulips today. The place feels like the greenhouse scene in The Big Sleep. Or the greenhouse scene in the original Thing. Take your pick, Diary, but pick only one. I and Constance finished up the ring cycle last night. The final act of Gotterdammerung had my stomach knotted up. Someone should make a film of those operas. I think Constance was bored as she got more than halfway through one of her Patty Cornwall novels. Tito enjoyed himself, though. I think he likes living in the gray room. His colors seem brighter against the neutral color and furniture. Sometimes he looks like the only thing in the world that is truely orange.