
Last night the first time in seventeen days I typed in digital tablet. I write daily in analog tablet but what I write in analog tablet I never commit to any self-surveillance programs on any of my self-surveillance devices. As long as I burn all fifty years of analog tablets scattered in boxes in my bedroom and basement and work office and carrel five minutes before the bus I didn’t know will hit me hits me my secrets are safe

The Art: Oh oh oh oh yes yes! Rich and wise and together they trigger clairvoyance. Re: burning the records: my grandfather kept 50 years of his journal, in hundreds of volumes, in a crabbed, indecipherable hand, in the back of the crowded cellar Sisyphusically; the boulder simply reset when he died.
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(Coming back, before I have to dash out the door, to rubber-neck at that amazing lower piece, again…)
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