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July 31, 2011
July 24, 2011
Olden Infolds, Page 326 + 327.
Traffic is a contest of human desire, a waiting game of human desire. You want to go there. I want to go here. And, just recently, something has gone wrong with traffic. Something has gone wrong with human desire.
We are using up each other's time, each other's lives. We are using up each other's lives.
July 23, 2011
Mob-8 Air Fuck, Page 140.
I see a world where there is only cause and effect. A world where every object is an avatar and no gods move behind the scenes.
July 22, 2011
Olden Infolds, Page 303.
Vladimir Nabokov, encouragingly, was a champion insomniac. He believed that this was the best way to divide people: those who slept; those who didn't. The great line in Transparent Things, one of the saddest novels in English: 'Night is always a giant, but this one was especially terrible.'
July 17, 2011
Mob-8 Air Fuck, Page 21.
I don't know why success often leaves us feeling lower-spirited than failure, but I know it's true.
July 15, 2011
Lee & Herring.
'She wants to meet Charlie, Pete's brother, even if he's a fictional character. Because she finds fictional characters quite sexy in a non-existential kind of way.'
July 09, 2011
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July 08, 2011
If You've Got A Problem With Your Parents.
It's because your father is cruel.
Or your mother is crazy.
Chalky & Oversentimentalized Guava, Afar, Page 516.
Sad and menacing.
July 06, 2011
Olden Infolds, Page 261.
I always thought I was up to anything that dreams could throw at me: I'd just sleep right through them.