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Perhaps the most interesting part of doing laundry is at the end, when I get to pull out the lint trap and see all of the things I forgot to take out of my pockets. This time, fine fragments of gauzy beige paper, traced eventually to a crumpled coffee-shop napkin. Often, tiny balls of paper inscribed with essential ideas I will now have to do without, forever.

My brain is like that now; a confused heap of ordinary things needing to be sorted, and bits of shredded material that were probably once something important.

( unsorted thoughts, with helpful brackets )

I am nearly finished Russell Hoban's Kleinzeit, and the urge to scatter bits of yellow paper with quotes on them is becoming unstoppable.

Also, I've just picked up Volume Three of Eerie Queerie, an endearingly silly queer manga that inlandsea discovered for me at the library. Life is sweet.

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