Have been reading old emails to trace the progression of lunacy. And it’s all quite clearly laid out there, leaving me even more disappointed with self. But there’s also some elegance, and much beauty. Had dinner alongside the ocean, and tried to spot the comet that everyone is going on about. Didn’t. But thought I [...]
He picks his words like he picks his teeth – clumsily, noisily, and with no regard for the comfort of others.
Tried marijuana tonight, for the first time in 6 years or so. Not dead or riddled with panic, so at least that’s something. But I can’t say it helped either. Am having a month in which I’m rather grateful that there never seemed much point to existing, as there is consequently – in theory – [...]
If you had asked me, years or months ago, I would have said that I would never use this platform as an explicitly confessional space. I may now do so, despite my ambivalences. But for now, from Canetti: Two kinds of self-deception: one through memory, one through inspiration. Both are legitimate. But do they apply [...]
Michael Hofmann – Nights in the Iron Hotel, Faber & Faber 1983 Nights in the Iron Hotel Our beds are at a hospital distance. I push them together. Straw matting on the walls produces a Palm Beach effect: long drinks made with rum in tropical bars. The position of mirror and wardrobe recalls a room [...]