Lean Times (redux)

When I tire I sleep on a patch of rocks where our library once stood. Early the next day I walk back to the complex — to my cell smelling of urine and fear. I love my little hole.

In this parallel world which I inhabit only the objects that become the subject of my consciousness truly exist, everything else is a ghostly simulacrum that plays on unseen film screens in theaters I don’t attend. And that I wouldn’t attend had I the capacity…

And I am a capacious man, even in these lean times.

What I’m Reading:

She opened her mouth as if her throat were a bird
ready to leave her. I thought she was going to sing
for the dead, because she said she always saw them.

— Yuki Tanaka / “Séance in Daylight”