Status Updates From Absalom, Absalom!

So far sounds like my mother telling a story about my aunt’s cats mother’s birth town. There are so many interjections between subjects that no narrative is apparent.

“That is the substance of remembering—sense,sight,smell: the muscles with which we see and hear and feel—not mind,not thought: there is no such thing as memory: the brain recalls just what the muscles grope for: no more, no less: and it’s resultant sum is usually incorrect and false and worth only of the name of dream.”

forced to savor this book because im employed. that being said it’s shifting my molecular structure in its profundity ,albeit slowly