I have somehow gotten over the fact that my car was stolen
My car was stolen
Someone once described Aquarians to me as “rebels who sometimes like people but not enough to let them get close”
I think astrology is a bunch of horse shit but hey
When someone says “I love you” it really does feel like a pistol is being pointed at my head
I feel sad when I use my computer
My friend Caitlin and I recently bonded over our indifference to sunshine. We agreed that drizzle and overcast skies are way better.
Time used to be a clock hung on a wall, or the movement of fading sunshine across the floor. Now it is a 3D icon on a little screen, sick with red and white numbers.
Usually I have a main book I’m reading and two or three others that I read every so often. For the last year I have been reading Moby-Dick and The Book of Laughter and Forgetting.
When I come across a good chain of sentences, I let them live in my brain for a while. Here’s one from Laughter that I guess will live inside my brain for the rest of my life:
She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death.
Yup.
I have mentioned to my friends, and have said as much on this dinky website right here, that I have fourteen or fifteen unpublished essays on my computer. The reason I never did anything with them was because I hated them—hated the way they sounded, hated that they said absolutely nothing, hated that they all felt the same.
I don’t know why but I just re-read a few of them. Today I am home alone drinking coffee and listening to Buena Vista Social Club, and I said aloud: “You know, these aren’t bad. I’m just a fool.”
So I guess I’m going to publish a few of them on VIII NOTHING this week and move on to new stuff, specifically my stupid book, which absolutely must be done within two months.
Yeah!
Earlier at Missouri Lounge a woman came up to me and said she knew me and then awkwardly held my hand for ten seconds and walked away
I have no idea who this person was
