The last day of the month. Which month am I living in. The dog bites on log whether fire or not. I’ve lost my thought. Well, nothing feels long enough because I’m never into it–that is, I’ve led a toothless life, I’ve never bitten into anything (Sartre). Or something like that. You see, my fish Continue reading

I ate the sun and the banana peel rots. Continue reading

Airport. Coffee. Egg Sandwich. Home. Karamazov. Hope. Diminishing. Something something. Noon sleep dozing off sun dog fish. last walk in the snow trees. Murakami. Kaufman. Miller. Accusations. More than I thought but not enough because I apprehend the eloquence of it too much and not questioning the origin enough, whether the eloquence comes from pretence Continue reading

They don’t care what A’s put out. No, they just give him a final judgement of the work. The conclusion of it is so total that you think the conclusion is just submitting to the totality of its own conclusion. But is that possible. Can you have a thing that submits to itself. A thing Continue reading

The beach was very cold That’s what I tell my dog, but she doesn’t really listen. She just barks. Then, I go home and have told no one about anything. I sunk into the couch and watched Chungking Express with the apprehension of finishing Doors of Perception. I keep looking in the mirror, because today Continue reading

It is no less clear that the sense of the double has taken up as a dream, a shadow, a mirror, or an alter ego. And it is within the last one that I’ve found the works of Oe to be just as relevant when it comes to my obsession over the double–the others. It Continue reading

They want me to write what they want . The university. I’m digressing but I’m only digressing from the instructions of assignments, which want me to “digress” towards a different way. But I’m only digressing, and they don’t like what I’m doing. Am I here to learn how to digress? Do I really think that Continue reading

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I played the play “Cosmos.” A thing led to another. It was the weirdest thing. I was both the actor and the act. How can I be both. The play played in my head. I am the play. I play it in my head, or it plays it in my head. I am the director, Continue reading