Sunday December 30th 2012
Don't actually recall when I last stayed awake until
midnight on the last day of a year. It could have been last year
or it could have been ten years ago, or it could have been fifteen years
ago. I just don't remember. And sometimes I cast back
through these pages in an attempt to find useful tidbits from time past
that might be of some relevance to current preoccupations. But, really
there are none.
This casting back is a cardinal error, because I
increasingly find the mind of a total stranger, who is most obnoxiously
awful, horribly conceited and a terrible waste of space The sort of
person I'd hide under the bed from, if he came to visit. I have
to think of it as a structural issue, which could require potlatch.
And what better time to do it than at twenty three, fifty five tomorrow