I don’t think I posted this here.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
7:30 AM. It is interesting that when I came to this each morning, expecting information, it came, and when I don’t, it doesn’t. There’s something to think about, there.
Oh, and I am reading Kerouac’s Desolation Angels, slowly, and I find Kerouac so without an idea of the reality. He had a feeling, he had impulses, but he didn’t have anything more than what he had read, and remnants of what he had been taught —
And it occurs to me (it’s always a shock to remember) I could talk to him. Do I have the energy? Maybe so.