(you need to close each conversation with a wish for the other to find in their life all they need, not cleave and stone open your own place in it)
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Not unthinkable that I’d pick up Infinite Jest while pulling away from Twitter. It’s been my morning hit and my mind-alteration for more months than I can honestly admit. The feed, the gear, the puzzle of assembling wildly dischordant thought facets into a shimmering picture of naow. The hearts and heads and languages, stitched together by the happenstance of chronology. Subsidized Time.
Nineteen when I first read Jest (and crushed, and blogged) and now thirty-two. In this reading, the meetings are making more sense. The day to day. The cliff of Material and the days you know you will pick it up again. There's a difference between abstinence v. recovery, Gately knows.