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Literature: Exhausted does not mean CO2

Remember when the hippie connection used to work? When old friends could count on old friends– for a bed if not then a sofa, if not then a scrap of rig. No more. In the context of extreme strain we can meet in honesty only those who are willing to be as absurd– as lively– in the idea. Not survival. that’s trite. this is not the gulag. nobody is dying. and honestly there is a trace of Sartre’s mauvais fois in it because things could be different– i think. or could be different if we are willing to become some new category– as the european aristocrats with their gambling and their 30,000 franc necklaces for their mistresses eventually were forced to become in light of the new merchant class. in the mean time nothing is decided and a form of strain is put on convention and life patterns creating what seem impossible contradictions. this it turns out is a kind of life. who can understand?  who wants to?

it doenst help that this is so damn obscure– abstract. i’m too chicken. the situation is too prrecarious– to tell more than alf the story in a way timely enought . if i had a sick baby i’d probably make adjustments…