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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’