Just over seven months after the plan to send an additional 30,000 soldiers was announced! What luck. We just happen to find huge deposits of a gold, iron, copper, cobalt and lithium. Lithium, the stuff that we need to make advanced batteries. Batteries that will power our cars and trucks and phones and computers, etc. Like I said: what a fucking coincidence.
Alright. Something else.
Started in on heavy edits for Solip. Figuring out a bunch of structural stuff, and got through the first 1701 words, cutting, tweaking, adding, switching. Feels good. Blake Butler and Michael Kimball have been helping in the most massive ways. Read their stuff, buy their books. They are astounding.
I put my hand on my forehead and can’t tell the proper temperature, so the only way for me to know if I have a fever is to catch myself thinking in weird dimensions. Yesterday I tried to think of the best way to describe moving through time and space in a cursive L.
I should probably just get permanently ill. Then sculpt nonsense.
Hard to not talk about things that may happen before they happen. Still convinced this, the not talking, is a good idea.
“Somehow all of this conversation, but especially Contesa’s memory, disturbed me, since the surprising return of this sensual memory indicated the magnitude of the burial of mostly everything one has experienced, and why I held some memories, and not others, why they asserted their dominance and became my history, piqued my disquietude. Soon I left the the cheerful breakfast room, to return to my bedroom for a rest.”—American Genius by Lynne Tillman