Today I read. Or, put another way, I have a project just before reading, as she said Gabriel Zaid. Grouper project. Books and books. A huge shit on my shoulders alone. And that I am, from a biography of Miles Davis and the history of Greece. I do not understand, really, the course of my choices, because everything around me is an amphitheater almost poetic in its own right, narrative. Today I read, read, read ad nauseam sunk in the middle of a rough-and misanthropic world.
"The being of nothing is great." 
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