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Sleeping issues. ‘Cause I’m old, and sleep has become more precious?

Reading W.M. Thackeray: so good! these IXc novels are gloriously transparent about class society and the social systems (absolute monarchism and son on), whereas in XXc fiction, everyone’s class is just the surrounding world as it is, and we just dig into individual consciousness.

Our culture encourages a satisfaction in being lost in the forest of your own ideas.

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Oh, boy! it was time to go off to outdoor school, and everyone was in the area waiting for the bus, I saw my really good friends (I missed them so) and they were dressed quite sharply, and all the while I was aware that I had left my luggage back at home, but I didn’t feel too worried about it, not till it was time to head out.

In a state of disarray and dispersal, I went to the 9/11 memorial in lower Manhattan, looked down into the square pits, lined with rivulets of water, observed the sculpture that had been extracted from the wreckage, and was calmed by the how the sunlight struck the shopping mall next door, which looked utopian in its pinkish glass.

Noting that around 4/16 I started a reading project concerning modern aesthetics. Ulp.

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I bought some yogurt, coffee, and various treats in the supermarket down on Bushwick Avenue, the place filled with the stench of smoke, but I was so happy the place had re-opened; I didn’t even remember that the store had burned down a couple weeks ago till I had stepped outside with my plastic bag.

A woman crying, scratching herself, wearing flannel PJs.

A woman whose dyed and braided hair matches the weaving of her purse’s strap.