if the city burns we still have the lake. wish we had a boat.

there is also, as might be imagined, a great delight to be had in seeing between an object and itself. (word rain)

i'm surprised i don't have terror dreams. we're in a state of terror but i can't remember my dreams. the terror is too real. perhaps. we've been too insulated and compartmentalized. we put the terror in those compartments. see one of those old card catalogue cabinets, full of a lifetime of research, words filed forgetting, but not waiting in analogue time, only alive when you remember, which still exists, as my body exists, if you remember. oh i'm still analogue right. to what? sometimes we forget about the body. i remember at least twice a day but after that i'm exhausted. it's this sick pandemic reality. i know, it's me, it came before corona. i was tired as a kid. keep plugging.

i think the reason we don't all go insane is there are so many layers to reality.