October 8, 2021:
She was remarkably brave.
Traveling the country alone. Buses and trains, sometimes the crew bus. Following the muse.
Of course, she lost my camera. Another beloved artifact from which she engineered my separation. None so beloved as herself, of course.
In the end she was toxic, as she had been all along. She left me alone, in a motel, in Philadelphia, on my birthday, while she had sex with one of the musicians. What struck me most, then and now, was how much he looked like her father.