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8.01.02 – Tuesday

Went last night to the Pleasant St. Theater and saw The Royal Tenenbaums on M’s recommendation. Anyway, it was enjoyable, much as reading Sartre or Pound in a bus station with the cold smell of dirt, stale coffee, and old cigarettes is fun, I suppose. It was uplifting, a tale of redemption, &c.

Walked home amid snow flurries, past the yellowish, much-coveted Metropolis poster (ein Film von Fritz Lang), across the iridescence and cornstarch creaking of dry snow, and was lazy enough to take the elevator instead of the stairs. Then I fell asleep over The Banquet Years (on pre-WWI France), which my mother has been politely encouraging me to read for the past five years, though only now have I been able to find a copy…


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