On the Calculation of Volume, Volume III. I started reading volume 1 when on the plane to Canyonside to be with K. before she died. Volume II arrived while I was gone and I read it 2 weeks later when we came home. It's an unsettling book, or books, all about a day repeating endlessly, and one person who knows, and the rest just repeating along with the day endlessly. I think about having no memory in a time that seems like the endtime, and even the one who sees not knowing what it means, but keeping on anyway, with curiosity, without comprehending.