I feel like everyone is blogging a large number of times tonight. Well, Sonya has blogged like three times today. and Wibur has blogged four. not that they know i know this and it might be strange indeed that i have made note of this. but it's not like i even use this as a proper blog. it's just like a big endless white scroll where I can dumb stuff, slash occasionally bring stuff out of. (like, out of the white. give the white form. but that's another story, another time, here's a note to myself to write it down, it involves white paper, wrenching, and the relative methods of Michaelangelo and Rothko for bringing form out of nothingness whiteness. which are both opposing (opposing in some senses, not all, of course) and which go around my head constantly. not constantly but often enough. i came up with the opposition last year. anyway.)

i feel kind of sleepy and underwhelmed at the world. i want to write about how strange and white the world is.

this blog post was just an attempt to keep up.