In the depth of earth I have found a nothingness growing out of the nothingness of trees, pregnant of… Continue reading

Gotta make up for the blogs. I’m so behind, I know. I’m so fucked too. I’m always getting fucked in the ass by myself. Modern slang for Witold’s inner penetration? I think it’s the same thing floating around, but people have stopped extracting its meaning so we’re left with something like the “empty husk of Continue reading

Proper stagnation for a month or so. I don’t believe it. I’ve been so distressed and perplexed, too much going on in my head nothing at the same time. I don’t know which it is. I have found that between oppositions, there are not binary constructs that oppose one another but gradations of scales, from Continue reading

Rereading Cosmos. The thing “behind” the thing–what is extended and assumed. The shadow of a thing, the shadow of a shadow of a thing, the shades of warmth under the sun. But the shade is only in relation to the warmth, which is only in relation to the sun, of which the shadow is also Continue reading

The dog and the sun, sand, water, sex… lascivious lust. For a long time, I’ve not felt this good, warm and empty, lying under the sun. Continue reading

I endorse an ecstasy so ephemeral that fades with the dying of memory. Continue reading

Incandescence of a black sun Continue reading

Thought it was wednesday today, then tuesday, then finally monday. It’s tuesday but I’ll reflect on what I did yesterday. I went skiing. Last day of the season. Been focusing too much on my form, and not much of the fun. But fun usually comes for me when I have good form. So I always Continue reading

“Or else you will tell them of the deeds of peace: in countries infested with comfort an odour of forum and of nubile women, the yellow coins of purest ring, fingered under palms, and peoples on the march on strong spices…” Anabasis. “we shall not dwell forever in these yellowed lands, our pleasance…” how memory Continue reading

if I had written down everything, remembered everything, and had forgotten nothing, then I’d be more of an abstraction than I am. I would have had some trace of form, some stains of memory, but I’d have had nothing left to explore when everything was exhausted and emptied. 2:34 Pm. Black thunder raining down, smoking Continue reading