I have had a normal six hours of consciousness. I got up around 6:30 AM this morning. I do not know when my wife got up today. I am sure we are both wasted from the day. The wear and tear of existence during the last days of the American Empire. There is revolution in the streets. The smell of decay lingers in the streets around the White House Washington D.C..
I spent the morning mainly writing in my diary and reading from a book titled, 'Reformed Ethics: Created, Fallen, And Converted Humanity' by Herman Bavinck. In the mail this morning I received these books I had ordered-
'Essays of Four Decades' by Allen Tate
'The Puritans: A Transatlantic History' by David D. Hall
'The Impossible Exile: Stefan Zweig at the End of the World' by George Prochnik
'Some Sort Of Genius: The Life Of Wyndham Lewis' biography by Paul O'Keeffe
I do not know what I will do the rest of the day to keep myself from falling into a coma. Last night I read 'The Great Concert Of The Night' a novel by Jonathan Buckley. We went to bed early last night. Now it is another day to go down a rabbit hole.
I will close to drift.