Head is above water I tell my father on the phone this line doubling as edge of burnout too early for what will be, I intend it to be, a high work threshold fall it keeps raining I haven't turned my closet over yet but yes basically winter, here in still questionmark Schweiz. so I have little to offer by way of comment, either cognitively vacating at weekends courtesy new neighbor's grassy cache which is becoming a belated substitute for new city, ou est chosen family fun, and otherwise, spreadables of studio time testing painting things and the editorial rest. writing in the anyhow, of rolling tootsie hills, the words Hejinianify in commitment to five minutes daily practice, let the dogs out, a bit ridiculous but how else.
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