Rather than kick street clothes and other paraphernalia to the ground, I’ve been letting it clutter at the foot of my bed in the hopes that one day my belongings will entomb me and I will live in perfect harmony with the best of what thrift stores have had to offer.
I’ve been too exhausted after work and the obligatory after-work drink(s) to begin fully the long project of my written piece. I plan to reference E. M. Cioran’s A Short History of Decay, Eugene Thacker’s After Life (not my favorite…) and probably some of the shorter fiction of Barthelme, Ligotti, Lovecraft, and, of course, The Anatomy of Melancholy. This is all likely to change within a day, of course. I’d like to continue the task of trying to write with photography in the style of my piece in Papersafe Magazine, in which case, I will likely turn to my only trusted work on photography-cum-literary theory, Camera Lucida.