Jackson Lowe’s Reviews > Breakfast of Champions > Status Update

“This is a very bad book you’re writing,” I said to myself.
“I know,” I said.
“You’re afraid you’re going to kill yourself the way your mother did,” I said.
“I know,” I said.

How do we always come back to Freud??? I’ve never seen self-insert in this uncomfy a way

But his head no longer sheltered ideas of how things could be and should be on the planet, as opposed to how they really were. There was only one way for the Earth to be, he thought: the way it was.
Everything was necessary. He saw an old woman fishing through a garbage can. That was necessary. He saw a bath toy, a little rubber duck, lying on its side on the grating over a storm sewer. It had to be there.
And so on.