empty feeling weeks between chapters, went to moma again, avoiding the stein crowds, and this time really loved Andrew Scholtz, paid attention to and liked much of the art at a tattoo place, agonized over entering a contest an aligned writer is judging and decided not to, really holding onto the idea that I am past the stage of paying to be read, that there are other ways for me to support presses at this point, only half reading anything again, there were earthquakes that my girlfriend predicted, finished my tribute to robert coover, booked some flights, learned that Batwoman came out a few years ago but I think the comic is not interesting or fun, wrote stupidly about myself for my stupid $, watched some movies I don’t remember, am finally writing this chapter in the terms of graphs, in the language of uncertainty.

Andrew Scholtz Cloud City

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