Status Updates From 2666

‘I don’t know how long we’ll last together, she said in her letter. It doesn’t matter to me—Her pretext was a plan to visit her favourite poet—Mondragón, near San Sebastián. He listened to her explanations for a whole night as she packed her bag and promised she’d come home soon—The poet looked her in the eyes and asked for a cigarette—she handed him a cigarette. The poet said thank you, & then he said perseverance.’

Part 2: Completed

hoping my life gets a little calmer so i can pick this up more often. damn good book. considering writing about dreams in the book? maybe a background essay, including anecdotes from my waiter jn chicago? havent even start part 4 about the crimes, but that ten minute discussion with him back in february really opened my eyes to the setting and the history, which i didnt research prior to beginning the book