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I did I finished. Now do I double down and read How To Travel With A Salmon or do I dumb it down and go read fairy porn or something? It’s 8 or 80, no in between.

I love Umberto Eco. He is really funny, he is to me what Susan Sontag is to many people. He makes me feel dumber and smarter simultaneously. I giggle and I also get a headache. I will finish this book tonight. Then I need a break.

To see is to be seen, and I still feel invisible. Is there something I’m not seeing?

All seeing is heated. Eat me with your eyes. Falling in love is a state where I hunt the hunter and fall prey to prey.

Today I wore my hair back, then untied it, then tied it again, and nobody will ever know that happened except me. Which is, I think, exactly the point.

Most of what I was taught about getting dressed assumed it was, secretly, for someone.Take the audience away and the choice stops being a performance and becomes a decision, a cutting away. Display is outward. Decision is a closing door.The earrings were never really about earrings. They were a larger question: who am I being today, and will I let myself decide that alone? I think adornment is supposed to be private

I believe my chakras are not only misaligned but as a matter of fact they might need full blown intervention, rehab, sectioned.

My book on chakras is telling me to lose my mind and come to my senses

I should be reading this in Portuguese. So if anyone asks you, don’t tell them I read this for the first time in English. Please.

You know what? I can really appreciate W. B. YEATS (I’ve had an edible)

All is well, book has been found. We shall continue our regular programming

Book has disappeared. Vanished, completely. Nowhere to be found. Lost? Stolen? Misplaced?

Might need to move on and start reading something else. Did not want to, I want to read this book, but I can’t. Sad and frustrating feelings.

- Metaphysics as a branch of fantastic literature
- Russel’s (The Analysis of Mind) —> the negation of time: “the present is indefinite, the future has no reality other than a present hope, the past has no reality but a present memory”

(a moment is forever. All is now)

This is poetry to me. I should go to sleep or I’ll cry.

I wish I could write like this

You know what? That’s it. I give up.

Guys he’s doing it again, he’s talking about women in that way he talks about women that makes me want to punch a wall

We are all god. But not JP. I refuse to give him that