Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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a religion of language

It is the death flow 2:18 PM Saturday afternoon. A cold gray ugly afternoon here in West Michigan. A good day to cough it up.

This morning I volunteered at the Herrick District Public Library used books store from 10 o'clock AM till 1:10 PM. The book nook was slow today, so I read "Infinite Jest" a novel by David Foster Wallace. When I got home from the book nook I ate lunch and wrote in my paper diary. I am right now feeling extremely tired. I am sinking fast.

I brought home from the book nook these used books to ADD to our library-

"The Mysterious Flame Of Queen Loana" a novel by Unberto Eco

"The Story of a Marriage" a novel by Andrew Sean Greer

"Mark Twain in Roughing It in the Sandwich Islands" Foreword by A. Grove Day

"All The Light We Cannot See" a novel by Anthony Doerr

I checked out of the library a book of essays by David Foster Wallace titled, "Both Flesh And Not".

I am falling asleep so I will close to drift.

Time has passed since I wrote the above. It is now 2:54 PM Saturday afternoon. I am down in the lower level putting books away.

I mentioned earlier I picked up today used at the book nook titled, "All The Light We Cannot See" a novel by Anthony Doerr. I read last year by Doerr a memoir titled, "Four Seasons in Rome: On Twins, Insomnia, And The Biggest Funeral In The History Of The World". I also have by Anthony Doerr his novel, "About Grace".

I mentioned today that I picked up at the book nook a novel by Andrew Sean Greer titled, "The Story of a Marriage". I have another novel by Greer titled, "The Confessions Of Max Tivoli".

I won't mention all the books I have by Mark Twain.

I am a book collector. So existence goes by. It is going on 3 o'clock PM. I will close to brush my teeth and wander my cell.

Last night I mainly messed with our main computer and read, "Infinite Jest" by David Foster Wallace late into the night. Existence keeps decaying.

I should mentioned I decided not to take that train trip to Oregon in August because I do not think I could handle it-too much anxiety-fear-dread.

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