Leibnitz the most beautiful thinker: time is measured in perceptive experience, not days. The shimmering in the water pouring over coffee.
Reading Ragtime by Doctorow on the L to Brooklyn, and a schizo guy walks down the train toward me; a hawking sound, and fluid smacking the floor ; I look up; a hawking sound, and a gob of mucus lands on my face. BIOHAZARD.
At least we’re getting cats soon.
Second Slope 