you got to pierce the fug sometimes and penetrate the heart of matter. it feels like a fog or fug is surrounding everything. even before the catatonia of thanksgiving which i dread because it's so far and so meaty and i bob in a fug of meat puppets and volume hey that's my family. i'm so rudely glad they don't read this. so a holiday greeting to the family of man, the fug of meat puppets.
i read the vegetarian yesterday. a quick harrowing read. i thought a lot about individual sanity, and the harvesting of souls for table. and the strange ones who see faces when they eat animals, and the strange ones who one day can't any more.

perhaps this is all a kind of dream.

                                                         the vegetarian.