The inevitable outcome of parties1 driven by Twitter discourse is that everyone has already shared the same discourse, internalized the same way of thinking; the most popular thoughts are regurgitated and confirmed.2 The algorithm is the presiding Deity.
Slowness: crickets and the sound of my pen scraping at the notebook paper.
At Tile Bar in the East Village around 11:30, waiting for S to get out of Barbie, sitting by myself, nursing a large Fernet pour. Earlier, I was at Reggio, where I had four espressos. I’m the only person here by myself.
I haven’t had a drink in days, and haven’t felt like drinking, and now I’m just drinking to pass the time.
Nothing has to be remembered. There does not have to be a God. There does not have to be a referee. Maybe the game can be played for its own sake.
It's interesting to me that book sales are up, because reading is definitely down. Annotation's down. Bibliophilia's down. Memorization's down.
I wonder what it's like not to have to think about money. I’ve thought about money every day for twelve years. I haven't stopped thinking about money since the day I moved to New York.
A lot of talk these days about theater being dead. Well. Theater3 has just become safe, self-satisfied, boring, poorly written, full of itself, too expensive, high on