June 14. Tuesday. Nice weather. I work from home. Very little to say about the day, which passes like many others. Lots of emails, as is usually the case now. I go for a walk around the neighbourhood after work and find a David Toop book in Oxfam. I bump into Tara and we discuss the recurring fetishistic presence of fucked-up hands in Dhalgren. We were …
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