Monday, May 10, 2004

It's half past four in the morning and I have been awake all of forty eight hours. The last paragraph of my second last paper reads,

'The text stops at death. Death may be considered at one level as essentially marked by its non-narratability, by its rupture of language.'

I always knew that I have an element of latent morbidity dying to be announced...Forgive me for I know not what I say. Lesser coffee and more sleep and the world will be on its feet again. Actually the view's not too bad upside-down.