Monday, September 17, 2007


The fantasy here consists of 1) the thing being written, 2) that it might one day be finished (not likely), 3) that it might amount to something upon being finished (see #2), and 4) people will wash my feet with their tears at how beautiful it is.

I'm pretty sure that if someone had direct access to my stream of consiousness they would alternate between long periods of tedium (over things like fantasies about lunch) and occasional outbursts of horror (over things like fantasies about eating humans for lunch). My theory is that the written page, or photos of the written page, or any such thing, keeps that stream of consciousness from interrupting real life too abruptly.

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