Status Updates From Duga gravitacije

Pynchon's ravings here at near the halfway point have gotten so digressive and maximalist; literally everything that pops into his head goes onto the page and I guess I'm just going to ride this thing like a mismatched array of riptides and cross currents and chaotic waves to the shoreline if they take me there. The beauty of the writing keeps me grounded enough. That's all for now.