what strange paradise. that's the name of the book i'm starting too. by the fellow who wrote american war which i read didn't i i think i liked it i don't like to think about what i've forgotten, it scares me so, and i try not to look at my teeth too closely. i kind of lean back in the mirror unconsciously—semi. at least i remember the title. some people read the same book a bunch of times but i let it slip down the memory hole. if i forget maybe i'm a portal, maybe my memory comes out someplace else. i read that maybe people who die only die here and they live in the future. as long as i remember the present tense i'm ok as long as i have some teeth. still i'm afraid of the future i admit even if it doesn't exist i know it will be coming soon with an avalanche of memory.