Their culture is brittle. It requires our silence to function.
Our witness is a crack in their foundation.
Our solidarity is a structural threat.

Mo Rivers

 I paused Anneliese to find Jim Elkins on fb, and then found his substack, and the 1st entry I find is about Your Name Here, which I recently jettisoned. I felt embarrassed about dumping it, but I could not enter it, so. Page 475 starts with You’re on page 475 and you still have no idea what’s going on. My embarrassment drifts away like an disused psychogenic hair shirt. Happily, I will with fond hope continue with Anneliese. 

 I heard that birds that fly through the smoke plumes of the cloud factories will fall dead. I think the birds learn to fly around. But the clouds float everywhere and become the air. The starlings are back, though there's not much to eat on the fire escape. I imagine they come to visit Olive. I heard a starling speak human language, though repeating. I don't know if a starling would compose fresh sentences, though they have their own language and it sounds like fresh air poetry. 

 A Short Introduction To Anneliese is 567 pages. Olive woke me at 2:20 a.m. and I keep falling asleep mid-sentence. I couldn't believe she woke me at 2:20 a.m. Did she think it was morning, or did I say something out loud in a dream? Did I call her name? Anneliese thinks continuously which is not so strange but she also talks continuously. Is she crazy? I don't know, she may be brilliant, but surely not continuously. I read James Elkins' first novel Weak In Comparison To Dreams, and it was thick too, and something kept me going, maybe it was the craziness. It's not just crazy, but seriously crazy I guess. That's what held my interest. I can't talk about the story, it would just sound crazy.

 

 

 Total impunity. That wasn't me.