03 March, 2004

I’ve got a brand new bag!

7:20 a.m.
Been writing since 11:30 last night.
Wrote an entire draft of a new story.
New style: Joycean symbolic realism.
Love it—elastic as hell.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
My neighbor just left to go skiing.
Hey, it’s Friday.
To sleep or not to sleep?
…but I am getting hungry.
Perhaps I'll read it: "Sisyphus"

“The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.” – Albert Camus

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