4 April 2009


Two months ago I was on a boat as it churned towards a fog bank, high like cliffs seen in photos, I made a deposit of my visibility and withdrawal a sensation of formlessness.

Last night as I was watching a movie on my computer I wrote the following words on a nearby slip of paper. Conflation, misdirection and false binaries. I think these words describe romantic devices used in mystery stories to keep the plot moving. These devices are often visible in television news and newspapers as they try and create interest out of the mundane mud of everyday life.

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John I met John outside of the ferry terminal, Berth 3. It was late in the evening, growing dark. He offered me a cigarette, said โ€œmisery loves companyโ€,