I'm lying on the couch reading Nausea and looking up at the blue-tinted lorenz curves of cigarette smoke dancing slow across the room. I see mathematical equations in my minds eye, hiding behind the patterns, and I think about all the forces and nuances it takes to run the machinations of the world. I yawn and yawn until teardrops hang from the corners of my eyes in anticipation.
11 February 2004
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