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Heat dome inbound, hot and sultry or is it sultry and hot or is it both (yes): a desire, again, that words dwell in this space, somewhere – small syntheses of somethings, Montaigne’s “grotesques,” etc; a desire to do my part to make the internet weird again via the half-cooked notions of a recluse talking to himself from the top of his shed.
(Will this desire continue through to tomorrow? TBD)
Today, before the heat really kicks in: finishing touches on a smaller piece that was another piece until I built the piece I was trying to build in the first place and it freed up this piece to be something different.
Tinkering (I hesitate to call it work) on a new story continues; I rather like it. Do I know what it's about? Sure, but I won't hold that against it.