october 15th, 2021
i want to try to stop publishing things & going on about things unless i feel at least a glimmer of an abstract sense of continuity between the
thing & the periodic occasions that i meaningfully picture myself being loved or expressing love, which is to say, an enormous amount of things
& temperaments which i can either get out of my computer or put into it are in a fundamentally separate sphere from the experience of love.
things i would categorize in this way might be references to cryptocurrency, the translation of my disdain for some ongoing cultural
phenomena into a parody or ironic expression of it, attempts to sardonically deconstruct anything at all, ironic references
to pornography or weird sexual deviances that are chosen as a common target of ridicule,