Update as i un-ail

sickness which seems like a shocking un-ruching and loosening of time, always seeming like some kind of emergency that cannot be come back from, in time, a deadening that since 2020 now seems conjugal with some kind of debt or shame

Seems like a dumb decorative arch over the next few days which cannot be broken or recovered from, until the recovery happens - just took 30ml Nyquil, waiting now for the sensation of gentle wombing out dark sweet/solitary/dead succinate sleepspace, saw Domino with good people who i will call friends, called my brother walking home who with soft open voice told me about his ceramics, felt that i loved him in a very clear and true patch of feeling and told him so, noted that i need to stop feeling so hunted, i am not hunted, no one has been hunting me, need to let go of old canine hunted/ugly The quarter that domino takes and the quarter given back to her by tom Charon waits in the circling desert spiral to top of stratosphere tower Highest point on the strip "we are at 420 feet now and still getting higher" Heads is you live tails is you die Heads is you eat sleep wake up smoke cook walk go to work drink go home from work tap to pay Tails is you flip the quarter and place it over your left eye to fix your astigmatism right eye open to see the sideways horizon line rising left now half-sunk into the afterlife Heads is you

Tired of this pretty dumb little binary prose framework now

Same theses as always there is one unwinding and ongoing and complete thesis

Day by day i must keep the film and the novel pinned anterior in my vision. They are what i care about. Here we go: the balance

Other people, the film, and the novel

And the slow subdermal rhythm (current) of reading the guermantes way