I had a sausage sandwich for breakfast this morning.

You do not know how happy this made me.

Sausage sandwiches are one of the pinnacles of modern culinary life. As we as a family not only rarely have sausages but also rarely have cooked breakfasts (unless my sister is being awesome) and I as an individual rarely have breakfast full stop, me ( Read more... )

 - Y?
- Z.
-But Y?

For J.D.S

What does it mean? It doesn’t. You can ask
of something Why? to an extent, until
causality twists up/upon/inside
itself/into a knot of infinites
& voids & parabollically repeats
itself out on the other side (of what?
existence) but asking what it means does
not compute. A painting is a portrait
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(This is in fact the fourth time that I have tried to write this entry today. The first time, I was interrupted by three things: the fact that the internet was down1, the acrid, plastecine smell of burning dust and electronics,2 and the dark grey tendrils of thick smoke that were rising from the USB hub on the desk. The result of this bizarre ( Read more... )