Fuck. What a day. Someone (something?) has stolen my copy of Slouching Towards Bethlehem so I can't explain to you what the Manson murders have to do with John Phillips and the evolution of the concept of consent in a society where no one understands that anyone else is real, where everyone is drifting through their own little dimensions that only sort of brush against each other, never really merging. I was going to pick up a new one. Copy of Didion, that is, not a dimension. Schlepped down... read more
