Entry #1

Given the opportunity, I live a spare and ascetic life. Coffee, the
newspaper, quiet. Hundreds of channels of television, all remain
dark.

Manhattan is my monastery. I eat small elegant meals, spring herb
salad and a fried egg, with A-1 sauce and a chunk of watermelon, some
pine nuts Mark left behind in the refrigerator.

What noise comes from the street is anonymous, undisturbing.