acqua profonda

i was in the country three hours ago and now i'm back on smith street and everything is atomised and weird

a thing that's cool to me but probably not to anyone else is that i'd put this particular brand of saccharin in my coarsegold story. whcih is now finished, at 7,900 words, which is a dumb length for a story. anyway i didn't know if i'd made it up but i felt like i'd seen it in the states one time, though i don't take sugar in my coffee, i have a habit of rearranging things like sugar sachets and pocketing things like that as souvenirs and using them as bookmarks or whatever. anyway today i finally googled it and it turns out it is a real brand. and the packaging is exactly how i wanted it to look. then i remembered where i first picked up one of these packets. it was in florida in january 2006 at a diner, very late at night, at the bottom of a hotel

morning reading courtesy @bellyachers , coffee from the moat (at The Wheeler Centre for Books, Writing and Ideas)

/ on the weekend mohammed said “just because you hear it, doesn’t mean it’s yours to take and use” and i’ve been thinking about that, you can turn it two ways, carrie says “magpie brain”, i reckon people don’t remember much of what they say, i reckon once you’ve said it or written it, you’ve sort of relinquished it, i’m not talking about traumatic things or deeply personal things or large-scale confessions but most everything else, yea, i reckon it’s fair game, that’s what laura and i said tonight, haltingly first then with more conviction; i said, pedro used to hate it when he saw lines of his text messages in things i wrote but i don’t know if he’d even recognise them now, anyway, i thought he’d be one to understand, he reckons he made up everything, maybe i don’t make up much

home desk saw exactly 0 hours of work this week; quietly became a forest in my absence