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‘Worlds are always opening up, subterranean worlds of ideas and thickets of images that prevent me from registering the details of—here & now—Believing in magic transcends the inimical binary. Why not be more naïve? Why do we always denigrate the intuitive? Care should be intuitive. Not hurting oneself or others should be intuitive, not putting oneself above any other being—It was overcast all day, indecisive rain.’

‘I’m the embodiment of a wartime postcard—The smoke strikes the palate & immediately, the lack again. To fill yourself with smoke is to fill yourself w/ a contradiction—an insubstantial substance. Killing yourself slowly, the way cowards do—You’d have to be an idiot to let a ficus die. Champagne—after 1000 beers at—Chinese bar—I doubt that I actually like beer—I’m only trying to shut down the demands of corporeality’

​​’It’s hard for me to leave a place & just as hard to return. When I’m—home I don’t want to go anywhere but when I’m out I never want to go back. That’s why I said yes, even though it was getting late—I’m blowing smoke rings—the years I didn’t smoke are out the window—as if—never happened—I’ve surrendered to aesthetic vice—I encountered the first cockroach of the season—they’re so exuberant—El amor después del amor’

‘—the egg swell up in the pan to the consistency of a cloud—fatigue came over me—so profound I felt I could fall asleep where I stood, narcoleptic fantasies—One of the main aesthetic ideals informing the design of Japanese gardens is called 余白の美, which means “the beauty of the void.” According to this principle the void defines the useful part of things—A glass is not the crystal but the emptiness that it surrounds—’