"Monday
Me.
Tuesday
Me.
Wednesday
Me.
Thursday
Me.”
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Saturday
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…
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Friday
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.
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Friday
I endorse an ecstasy so ephemeral that fades with the dying of memory.
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Saturday
Incandescence of a black sun
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Monday
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…
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Saturday
“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…
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Tuesday
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…
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Sunday
Corrugations of the white sun Dissolve Vials of dust that ivory shades hold.
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Sunday
White corrugations of the sun dissolve vials of dust that ivory shades hold.
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Thursday
Milk and honey. Don’t go golf. No. Yes. Why not. Because I don’t want you to. Ok. Ok. I went to golf. But I wish I hadn’t. I should always not go when I have the chance. Always not go because you are free. You are free because you do nothing. You can do nothing…
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