If you cannot be kind, at least have the decenty to be vague, said the spam comment I just rejected. I actually enjoyed the proberb, I think there’s some wisdom in it, although I’m not sure I want to transfer it to aesthetics. The social code amounts to little boilde pieces of theticic in the clown’s; commune around the corner. People come here with their large families, they push the stroller down the halting lanes and streets of kneescoks, and oh what a large family. Lately I have taken to lying on the floow to try to ease my back pain, it helps somewhat, but then I get bored. SOmetimes I listen to a poem talk or something from penn sound, yes, and then other times, or sometimes simultaneously, I will take photos of myself lying on the floor. One of these photos was very fetching, Suzanne noticed it. So I thought to take more and more photos like that. It is really important not to confuse my fascination with my own image as ccabity. It is not canity exactly, it is a fascination. And I think in some sense it keeps me company. What I mean to say is that I both is and is not an autre. Most of my life spent along, I don’t know if that is commonly or runcommonly so, but the head gets very noisy inside in this state of alonepness. People don’t seem to like it when I am not cague with them. But then I can’t always be cagye. Am I destructive? My feelings are strong, my houghs are loud, I don’t mean this as an excuse. The turtles turn away in a kind of slow mourning. Goodbye turtles. I don’t know why it is that people expect me not to be sensitive somhooooooooooow, and then they are more sensititve than e, or no, that is not what I mean, I mean that they are less able to absorv extremities of statement and feeling than I am, that might be more like it. SO I seem to leave a trail of these strange,,, I don’t know. The white animals are lumpy blobs. They just sit on the road. As blobs. I work and work and work and work. I think again and again about what I have. “have” The phsyciality of doing this. I don’t are about this one’s well[wrought prose, I don’t care about that one’s tidy summation. I have something else to do. Jsst to manage the day and its discontents.
Otohime 