we didn't know what tomorrow would bring.

since i was dropping off library material (in the box outside due to the 3 day corona quarantine, and since i was there (albeit 10 mins. early—a dad pulled his dismayed kid away and i wanted to sat hey, it's ten, no, nine minutes!) i waited, since i was going to swim, and i thought there may be a book there that's new and not dirty i need to read by the sea, and i looked and it was the death of jesus i knew was waiting for me all clean, as i had it in my queue and displaced it with something more urgent or rather because i read the first two books of the trilogy and it was odd and kind of baffling, but i see i must move on and finish with the death or it's undone, and the books were so spread out i can imagine forgetting the beginning i imagine i have but the feeling resides and starting again, well i never know, but i already forgot a minute and picked up fathoms but that's mine so it can pause for jesus. it's not about the christ, but about human society and myth and impulse and the ordinary mystery of bodies and discrete numbers and time. i may say something about it in one way or another.