2013-03-15 - 11:33 a.m.
the dust of all that settles
i've been reading with a terrible focused intensity, as if i have to stive in words to keep from crumpling to the floor, just an empty skin and a slumped-in set of clothes. i am not making adequate progress toward my defense, because i am not working efficiently. it's nobody's fault but my own.
what would i keep if i were living in a smaller apartment? just one room? in my car? from a backpack? the world is much bigger than it seems right now.
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reading: speedboat, renata adler.
listening to: euripides the jaguar - the sugarplastic.
working on: fuck-all if i know.
in the garden: it's a full-on barrage of narcissus.