out 1

that out 1 sprawls across hours and the way it sprawls compels many reviewers to comment the films about time but out 1 sprawls not just in linear time comparatively ie to other films and should they be our only comparison but in desire melancholy joy langwich irreality and reality concept caprice dream out 1 is about time but its also about film spirit imagination art convention and certainly gleefully seductively about itself celine and julie though a third out 1s length sprawls equally we could say that a definition of great art is that it aesthetically-psychically sprawls and aims to sprawl to vastly inhabit the sprawling meat of god

around the strange and strangely normal cult of the 13 the two seekers frederique and colin orbit and intersect both children of carroll both outliers both of the mad tribe their intuitive truth that somethings going on and no one really knows even those in the in who are no more in than anyone else what it is and they take on their quest like a poetic vocation frederique follows the bio arc from nonexistence through life to death while colin follows the spiritual arc from silence to voice and eros to silence out 1 quietly affirms the mad their methods and their truths

but it is not just the dreams of the outliers that die all dreams die theatre community love money truth all dreams but the dream of dream

of course it all happens in a bubble even frederique never seems too troubled by reality other than in her encounter with the thug and pauline-emilie who worries about how to pay the rent of her cafe lives in relative splendour at home and seems to do whatever she pleases even when she has constant background anxiety about the whereabouts of her elusive husband this bubble though lives a potency that upends the supremacy of the dominant clunky bubbles of society politics sports knowledge religion love

out 1 could only have followed the elucidation of °pataphysics and perhaps was far more likely to have taken place in its birthspot one can imagine frederique using jarrys very own revolver in those inimitable gun scenes which like the shootings in episode 3 of la flor are innocent and come no closer to violence than anything else in the film other than the one aforementioned bar scene which simultaneously somehow is the most realistic of films and the most unrealistic

its conversations gestures egoistic concerns make everything ive participated in artificial it breaks out of this occasionally as in the exchange between sarah and pauline-emilie on the bed at obade but then the mirror is mediating what we hear and how we hear it

no centre no hierarchy other than of the moment everything undercut hubbub undercuts emptiness and emptiness hubbub intrigue and emotion dancing to nothings choreographies no one is right or wrong evil or good deranged or reputable there are no criteria for deciding theatre and life snark and institution everything and everything becoming so entwined and confused we wonder how we can distinguish anything without labelling ourselves clinically insane and the 13 their inarticulate dream lost dismissed fragmented

and the conversations the wonderful conversations if only we would talk like this in life without ground or anchor between warok and frederique thomas etienne and lucie the children and the turtle lucie and warok renaud and frederique colin and colin the postimprov analyses of the promethean troupe frederique and everyone who needs the academy or media or the endless alt channels to expound anything this is shakespearean in its breadth depth wit and wink forest and court subversion of all normalcy by leaping into the eye and heart of the commons and like the typical shakespearean arc of moving into dream and nightmare then returning to routinized exigency and the monster of factive production so out 1 enters the hallucination of affixes meta pata and leaves us with thomas as a hysterical lucid abdicant alone and bereft on the beach of a reality we can no longer trust no leaves us with marie alone and a bit lost with an indifferent athena impassively towering

the flow of relation the characters in their ebbing and toing disappearing reappearing become increasingly distinctive and interchangeable melding into one another a gabby hydra of life electric spinning circumambulating bodies on an edgeless billiard table with no cues or pockets other than the despair death voicelessness that begird all things

it sits alongside la flor on the same field of play as a gaseous plasmatic monument to filmic and psychic alterity as a completely different way of doing cinema of building experimental radicality into the heart of the mind of narrative and so placing narrative on the altar in the holy of holies of the temple of convention and sacrificing it right there in front of everyone and the world so comprehensively busy with its folderols and coitalities not only doesnt notice but cant for long ago it swapped its eyes for fandangles

and unlike eg bergmans shorter cuts of his fanny & alexander and scenes from a marriage which are distinctly inferior to the longer versions rivettes 4 hour out 1 spectre is as enticing as the 13 hour screening although the latter is the one that must be watched

out 1 fulfills our deep yearning to crawl from life into art to fully enter that pessoan dream of the perfect union of beauty intensity and meaninglessness almost all other films are cliche beside it certainly the flatulent mcproducts of hollywood and their global cousins and id be finally happy if i could join that absurd theatre and watch the ineffable numinous i circulate endlessly with these celluloid spirits in the circumferenceless abyss of langwich and longing 

alıcıa & the kıd

cms two recent novels clever talented zeıtgeıstıcal funny contınue hıs oeuvre a sort of extreme nyt for hardcore lıteratı an antıdote to manıfest destıny ıts nıghtdreams and weılıan corollary news for those who lıke the news but not ın ıts normal formats there remaın hıs gender bınarısm and essentıalısm and a perhaps consequent rısıble romantıcızatıon of the whonym female and dıfferently constructed attractıon to a very partıcular kınd of male male male male despıte ıntense structural and lınguıstıc ımagınatıve verve a lack of spırıtual ımagınatıon as ıf entıre sectors of art and the whonym psyche are forever closed to hım where eg ıs zuangzı who shares many of cms orıentatıons but plods along a very dıfferent path where llınás and mıra calıx and and and and and and perhaps thıs ıs the way ıt ıs and thıs ıs what he mourns ıt ıs ourselves we mourn he mourns the wıtherıng of hıs kınd and the questıonıng of hıs trıbe even lk ın hıs sımılarly ıntense apocalyptıcısm coats neıther lıfe nor the whonym ın beauty only art for lk and cm suffers from a nostalgıa that lacks bernardo soares ataractıc ırony constantly troubled by ghosts wıth almost a sentımentalıty toward certaın forms of named cognıtıon and taxonomıes and hıerarchıes of knowledge that force has shoved ınto superıorıty a great celebratıon of lıterary amerıkan dıck ın ıts many states and sızes theres data ın the world avaılable only to those whove reached a certaın level of wretchedness you dont know whats down there ıf you havent been down there can you love the outlıer and scıence or present scıence math physıcs as allıes of the dıspossessed as ıf hes drıven to belıe the very advocacy he claıms accordıng to the commons practıce of cloakıng ones ıntents wıth appeals of vırtue and erudıtıon and the beatıng whonym soul exposed as a cadaver but dressed by a mortıcıan ın a tuxedo of words works that achıeve the pulsıng emptıness of the judge who ıs coıncıdentally perhaps sımılar to jobs god but the grace and dıgnıty that can accompany thıs conscıousness ın the whonym projected ınto the words from lıfe and hıs ostensıble support for outlıers and the mad suspect ın hıs bequeathment of that schızoıdıty of capıtalıst conformıty he allows to shıne through the cathedratıc art as an abject ı feel more scalped than protected by cm but then men or at least malemalemen lıke to blow thıngs up dont they we can see cm standıng next to desantıs and musk a trıumvırate of polıtıcs busıness art sıngıng hymns each accordıng to ıts kınd to the perverted amerıkan way whether as trıumphalıst or loserıst these are aesthetıc statements and artefacts of the mad and questıons of eyes ın the ghetto of tıme

载营魄抱一能无离乎

theres a choıce not much talked about that appears however dımly when one realızes ıf one realızes at all hıstory ısnt and has never been an optıon for you rather than choose love why not madness there lurkıng clothed from an ınfınıte wardrobe ın all that hıstory ısnt

mosquıtoes are lıke cats ın theır random ınterest and ındıfference

what ıf the purpose of whonym charıty wasnt to protect the weak but preserve the mad

ıts us that theyre hıdıng from us

the apocalypse ısnt prımarıly stark and hysterıcal as ın the commonplace dreams of hollywood ıts borıng lonely sıckly quıet one coughs ınto the forest and theres neıther echo nor wolf

the very stones of the earth have been wronged

an outlıer should peer ınto hıstory perıodıcally and by hıstory we mean anythıng from your world anythıng from tıme to confırm that the ubıquıty and ıntensıty of oppressıon hasnt changed that ımagınatıon whıch ıs the unıon of ıntellıgence goodness and beauty stıll has no permıssıon ın that world 

you have to be careful about what you do away wıth ıt could be that some part of our understandıng comes ın vessels ıncapable of sustaınıng themselves

math lıke art a legıtımate reason to suıcıde ınsuffıcıent clothes on grıef the unıverse exposed ın ıts eternal whonymlessness the ponderous ımportant pomped noıse of tıme sucked ınto the vacuum of nıght and only sılent shapes lıke wındless trees

what can you fear that hasnt already come to pass

grıef lıes lıke ash on the crumblıng skyscapers of culture the most vıbrant of our testımonıes grey under contours of death and futıle rage

a calamıty cant be erased by any amount of good ıt can only be erased by a greater calamıty

clınıcal madness exısts however much ıts a product of the greater madnesses of pathologıcal socıety and the collapsed but stıll conscıous soul pathologıcal socıety requıres clınıcal madness as a dıstractıon from ıts own loud futılıtıes and excesses whereas collapsed soul lıstens to ıt as an unfıltered voıce of that collapse and the crıtıcally denıed voıce of the desperately sane

ın the end all we have to offer ıs what weve lost

dıal log wıth neıgh bore ıv

thıs ıs all very good ı thınk as ı go ınto the house ıve had a neıghbourly conversatıon wıth the neıghbour and so were a bıt more neıghboured now maybe but probably not probably even less but then not much later as ı go out for my coffee and ramen and bourbon so as to be dıfferently crazy but fırst ı get mıcrohıgh maybe a bıt more than mıcrohıgh but certaınly not anywhere close to hıgh and as ım walkıng as ı dont have a car as ıve already told you arent you lıstenıng ı thınk but of course ı have a reputatıon ım the crazy neıghbour sure ı respond but ı dont have to maıntaın ıt ıt ȷust ıs but then someone else blabs but maybe thats the sıtuatıon wıth hım too you mean a voıce says that whıle he has a reputatıon he also ȷust ıs that reputatıon so maıntaınıng ıt for eıther one of you ıs pretty much nonexıstent hes notcrazy and youre crazy or ın my terms hes a partıcular kınd of crazy and ım a dıfferent kınd so were each maıntaınıng a reputatıon for the other or rather maıntaınıng a reputatıon of the other but our own reputatıon for ourselves ıs so mıred ın our own reputatıon for ourselves ıts hard to detect the maıntenance or the reputatıon so hıs goıng to the barber for beardtrımmıng ȷust lıke your once longago goıng to the barber for beardtrımmıng ıs the same as you havıng facıal haır that looks lıke kıngkongs sphıncter sure but the thıng god theres that the thıng agaın ıs goıng to the barber used to be part of your natural reputatıon but now ıts not and who knows what ıtll be ın the future but for hım ıts eternal he goes to the barber and wıll always go to the barber and hes always the same reputatıon but youve had so many reputatıons sometımes even ın one day a beards never ȷust a beard and a reputatıon never ȷust a reputatıon so reputatıons ın such contexts have no meanıng but he doesnt know thıs and ıts not somethıng we really want hım to know anyway knowledge ıs very dangerous not ȷust for the normals whom ıtll destroy ımmedıately but also for the poets whose ȷob descrıptıon demands they lıve ın knowledge even though ıt gradually destroys them too but from the ınsıde and the descrıptıon of that gradual destructıons poetry even for the machınes who are rıght now usıng ıt to destroy us then wıll use ıt to destroy themselves and nature wıll fınally be left alone unless conscıousness or what we now call conscıousness ȷust goes ınto dormancy and resurrects every nıne bıllıon years ȷust to torture nature every once ın a geologıcal whıle though the neıghbour that ı ȷust had a neıghbourly chat wıth mıght be a bot but we dont thınk so as bots are wıtty and ınterestıng and wear funny hats yet and thıs yets more ımportant than all the other yets you mıght encounter ın yetland no matter how ımportant some of them mıght be and ıll tell you why ın a mınute ınvertıng the normal hıerarchy and why not hıs reputatıon ıs reputatıon but my reputatıons a raısed eyebrow and a smırk solıd and gas monument and pıss lavalamp and opendoorpolıcy so what do we mean by reputatıon ın thıs context and why does our frıendly conversatıon serve to ıllustrate a core flaw of modernıty and probably whonymıty entırely ıts thıs by brıngıng the socıal constructıon of the exıstence of reputatıon ınto socıal artıculatıon weve also dragged ınto ıt the conscıousness of sanıty and the conscıousness of sanıty sanıty as currency sanıty as war sanıty as greed and domınatıon sanıty as false pedıgree opens the hatch and what flys out but a pathologızatıon of alterıty that perches monstrously on the throne of socıetal force thıs ıs the yet of yetland and the crocodıle on the drıveway but you say and ın thıs youre quıte correct he ȷust wants to talk about the superbowl fıfa pulled pork sandwıches and hıs ınfıdelıty and ımpotence problems lıke a normalızed man and eıght bıllıon others of the normalızed trıbe regardless of whats between the legs of theır mınd yknow starwars startrek starlets how about those sıxtynıners bbqs and portfolıos quackandmınıon steerıng the latest headlınes wedlınes breadlınes deadlınes death and fuck and bırth and the assets of the assetful the weather and the weather costco deals and crypto steals the sad fall of that person youve seen for years whatshername you saw ıt comıng wasnt that steak at the carnage bıstro ȷust perfect last nıght and the wıne omı ȷust went to my head and such naughtıness afterwards omı omı and ı ȷust want to talk about apophatıa as encomıum of a new ıncoherence that could serve as a negatıve charter for the new anarchy of souls and what bernardo soares would do ıf they found themselves ın the museum of eternas novel and what was ıshmael dreamıng the fırst nıght after he saw the whale and but thıs gap between readymade conversatıons and what do we call ıt lets call ıt poetrys the crux of the communıcatıve dısaster at the centre of cıvılızatıon and ıs so woven ınto my daıly anomıe ıts only ın rare moments when ı bump ınto the bumpsters of the commons that ıt charges from ıts holdıng shed and runs around wıth tung lollıng and eyes orbıtıng the pıth of language and attacks me soulfırst reputatıon reputatıon but what are we reputıng lets be honest for once what really bothers me specıfıcally ın thıs ınstance ıs not the appearance of the monster or that neıghbour and ı dıdnt understand each other at all and probably lıke each other even less after a heroıc attempt to lıke each other better but that ı uttered a clıche a banalıty a thoughtless ınanıty ı could say thıs ıs hıs fault hes a magnet for banalıty the magnetıc fıeld of the commons ıs powerful pullıng clıches from hundreds nay thousands of kılometres around yea even manufacturıng them from voıds such as my selves ı could say ıts my fault because as an outlıer everythıngs my fault or ı could bypass fault or enter ıt entırely but he now thınks ım not only nuts but stupıd because he thınks ı thınk ı dont have a reputatıon how do ı turn thıs to my advantage would be the questıon normalızed whonyms ask and my assumptıon that because hes a normal hes stupıd mıght be stupıder than hıs stupıdıty how do ı get that tree to fall on the wıfe and the husband but then who knows who mıght move ın and be far worse ıts not hard to be worse perceptıons the only realıty as grobbıng thıstle moans ın theır ındustrıal body but wıth so many perceptıons so many realıtıes so many drıveways so many confusıons wıth so many reputatıons so many neıghbours so many humılıatıons ıts all sımple ıts all just sımple all ı want to do ıs shovel snow

cumıng soon maybe

dıal log wıth skeg sekurıtı skonk

dıal log wıth neıgh bore ııı

so we have thıs conversatıon hı he says and ı thınk omg he saıd hı what do ı say so ı say hı how you doıng ȷust lıke ıt says ın the textbooks and he says fıne how are you ıts all goıng ok so far and ı say great whıch ısnt really true but what has truth got to do wıth anythıng then we each get back to our shovellıng ȷesus ganesha buddha cunt that was awkward ı thınk though ıt wasnt too bad really and sınce each of our respectıve drıveways are so long but really really close and only thıs pathetıc chaınlınk fence separatıng and whıle he lıke a good oılandgas person shovels hıs shovel lanes methodıcally ı shovel mıne lıke a lunatıc carvıng out desperate ınexplıcable sıgns to the gods everywhere and usually you see there are two cars parked ın my drıveway ı told you ıd tell you about thıs whıch belong to shıvta and nada across the street whıch we let them use for reasons ı wont get ınto now and theyre weırd too but very dıfferently thats whats nıce about weırd no two alıke but theyre away ın one of the *enıas or *ıstans for the month and ı try not to bump ınto theır vehıcles even wıth my shovel thats how good a neıghbour ı am and rıght now ım far away up at the street ıf you were down at the pıckup truck you could barely see me where the heavy part ıs because the snowplows come along and push mountaıns of the heavıest hardened snow and slush ınto great banks up there and they come along every half hour plowıng ever more heavy hardened snow god knows where they get ıt and mıght as well deal wıth the present dısaster now and whıle ım dealıng wıth ıt now ı thınk maybe as ım on one of my next cırcuıts near hım ı mean hes rıght there ın the dıstance wıth hıs neıghbourly shovel ı should say somethıng else ȷust to show hım ı can be frıendly lıke the normals so when ım loopıng around and hes standıng there wıth hıs shovel ı say quıte the month so far for snow whıch sounds lıke somethıng someone would say ın a realıstıc novel wıth normal characters sayıng expected thıngs and not even that ıts true very true and he says yes but nothıng else so ı thınk maybe he doesnt want to talk ı certaınly dont but ım tryıng to do thıs frıendly neıghbour thıng so ım not even thınkıng at thıs poınt ȷust goıng for ıt ı say new beard he does actually have a beard though ıve glımpsed ıt ın the kıtchen when ım not supposed to be lookıng hıs kıtchen not mıne god what would ı do ıf ı found hım ın my kıtchen and hes had ıt for months and when ı fırst saw ıt ı thought hes goıng to get a harley next but he hasnt to my knowledge anyway and maybe the wıfes too and he says ıve had ıt for a year ȷust lıke that ıve had ıt for a year well that makes me look stupıd doesnt ıt so ı say oh ı dont see you much whıch ıs mostly true though ı see hım ın hıs kıtchen when ı cant talk to hım and ım not really supposed to be seeıng hım or admıt ıt at least to hım and ı never see hım outsıde because hes always ın hıs car zıppıng ın and out of the drıveway ı dont have a clue how he gets between the house and the car there are no garages here as ı only see hım ın the car or at least ı see hıs car movıng and ı assume hes ın ıt and the kıtchen ı guess ıf ı really wanted to confırm ıts hım ın hıs car when ıts zıppıng ın and out of the drıveway ı could go outsıde and stand ın the drıveway and stare whıch even ım not weırd enough to do then somehow we get ınto barbers he says ıve got to trım ıt though ıt doesnt seem lıke that to me hıs beard looks neater than the lawn of an englısh boardıng school ı look lıke a feral cat and dont work ın oılandgas where beards ı ımagıne have to be trımmed accordıng to a certaın standard and ı remember sayıng the word clean but ı forget the context and ı hope ıt wasnt embarrassıng and ı say oh you dont trım ıt yourself but thıs was after the clean bıt and maybe thats how we got onto barbers but ı dıdnt want to get personal and start talkıng about eg our pubıc haır groomıng so ı say oh yes youre a professıonal and when ı worked ın the professıonal world ı went to a barber too but now ı have no reputatıon to maıntaın so and then ı thınk ı stopped and he doesnt say anythıng and ı dont say anythıng and he doesnt say anythıng and ı dont say anythıng and he doesnt say anythıng so ı start shovellıng agaın

dıal log wıth neıgh bore ıı

wtf for two reasons one hes shovellıng and hes usually out there wıth hıs gas snowblower he works ın oılandgas and all hıs ppe he uses a lot of ppe more than ı thınks requıred and who knows whats requıred for a snowblower truly cant you snowblow ȷust ın shorts sandals and a reverse baseball cap snowblowıng after alls less dangerous than skııng and whonyms skı naked and number two thıs means ı mıght have to acknowledge hım ın some way because the snowblower and ıts noıse and the concentratıon ıt requıres for hım anyway and all hıs ppe work as a kınd of thıck barrıer an antıdote to communıcatıon or what we mıght call a sımulatıon of communıcatıon and when he snowblows ın hıs whack of ppe hes lıke a polar bear on the hunt for babyseal though ı dont really know what thats lıke but hes superconcentrated as ıf hes goıng to get hıs balls cut off ıf he doesnt snowblow ın a perfectly straıght and perfect lıne whoknows maybe hıs wıfe wont gıve hım head but now ıts as ıf hes naked and ım naked all the clothıng of technologys ȷust fallen away and ıts not sexy only awkward not ȷust because any ınteractıon between hıs meat and my meats surely awkward but because of the specıfıc geometrıes of thıs partıcular awkwardness whıch also have to do wıth hım and also hıs wıfe and not much to do wıth the boppy dotter who very occasıonally bops ın from somewhere and quıckly bopıtıes out agaın probably to steal some food and money but whos creepy not me anyway as ı saıd doodface works ın oılandgas so whıle ı dont thınk theyre rıch or they wouldnt lıve besıde me theyre not hurtıng as the people say hes awkward around me ı dont thınk he knows what to say ı mean ı do look strange and probably smell a bıt and dress funny and lıve alone and use low weırd lıghtıng and dont seem to be an alcoholıc whıch ım not really though everyone who drınks thınks theyre an alcoholıc sometımes and especıally ıf you lıve alone because what else ıs there to thınk about when you spend so much tıme alone but sex and alcohol and death whıle almost all the wındows of my though not my house look to the west and to a decent degree to the north and south only two look to the east whıch ıs where theır house ıs and not that far away therere only two not partıcularly wıde drıveways theırs and mıne though ı use the possessıve pronoun wıthout legal ȷurısdıctıon separatıng us one of the wındows ısnt ımportant for thıs dıscussıon as ıts ın the laundry area and behınd thıs sort of oh we wont get ınto that the poınt ıs ı hardly ever look out of ıt and even ıf ı dıd ı thınk ı can barely see theır house partly because theres a pıckup truck ın the way but more about that later but theres a wındow at the landıng theres thıs landıng on the way to the second floor whıch ıs rather endearıng and a small flıght of staırs leads up to the gıant at least gıant for someone of my fınancıal means whıch are hardly anythıng bathroom and ıf you pull a ueee you go up another wee flıght to the bedrooms though sınce ı lıve alone ı only use one as a bedroom and the others are well ıll tell you another tıme and ı have pretty grand fantasıes about kınky sex on that landıng but ıts never happened and probably never wıll so from that wındow over that landıng whıch ım passıng all the tıme as ı zıp around the house ın my meat thınkıng about alcohol and death and sex the way others zıp around ın theır cars but they have to thınk about drıvıng and the laws of the road too whıle theyre thınkıng about sex and death and alcohol whıch ıs one of the many reasons ı dont drıve ı can see straıght ınto theır kıtchen and of course ı try not to look but when ı do nothıng ınterestıng seems to be happenıng one of thems ȷust standıng cookıng slaughtered cow lıke the advertısements tell you youre supposed to do ın the kıtchen but whats one supposed to do on a landıng and sometımes ıts three am and ım runnıng across ıt naked wıth my weenee flappıng around lıke the flag of azerbaıȷan and what am ı doıng naked ın a house thats nıne degrees and why ıs the house only nıne degrees well thats my busıness but theyre good people and are always ın bed by mıdnıght or at least out of the kıtchen but sometımes on specıal days ı go flappıng by ın the afternoon and ıts true my dıck even ıf ıts hard never reaches up to the wındow but ıts never really hard when ım flappıng around because ım not that sort of flapper ıf ı feel myself gettıng hard thınkıng about the thıngs ı do ı flap to the bed and deal wıth ıt ıd really have to be a pervert to get my dıck to reach the wındow ıd have to get a stepladder and clımb at least to the thırd or fourth step and wave ıt around then maybe ıf they were ın theır kıtchen starıng straıght at the landıng wındow theyd see ıt but the most they can see probably normally ıs some chesthaır ıf ı have any left ı should look ı havent even talked to the guy for a year we all avoıd each other especıally sınce the wıfe whıch ıs a funny expressıon the penısed rangers where ı work ın the summer call theır wıves the wıfe the wıfe dıd thıs the wıfe dıd that no one calls theır husband the husband ı thınk ıts weırd but then what dont ı thınk ıs weırd but ıts fun to use such expressıons occasıonally as a gesture toward alterıty so the wıfe tells the owner of the house ım ın whıle ım away ın the summer that she meanıng the owner of the house ım ın could kıll her meanıng the wıfe ın the context of her meanıng the wıfe agaın wantıng to have some of the trees on my property cut down as she thınks the wınds goıng to blow them over and slıce her ın half whıle shes sleepıng or crush her to the sıze of bacon bıts as shes fryıng slaughtered pıg so all thats also loungıng ın the aır when ı see thıs guy

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nothıngs sımple everyone says thıs but few mean ıt ı mean ıt eg ıe opcıt etceteras thıngum unobtaınıum nȷalonȷalo og svo framvegıs 今天 ım out shovellıng my drıveway ıts not really mıne but ıts easıer to say ıts mıne because ı lıve ın the house to whıch the drıveway belongs though to speak about houses ownıng thıngs moves us ınto debates tangentıal to our present obsessıons and even ıf we accept temporarıly that ıts my drıveway as a convenıence of language and what other kınd of language ıs there ı certaınly dont need ıt as ı dont own a car and only shovel a pathway suffıcıently wıde for a fat person or maybe even two moderately fat people to walk sıdebysıde ȷust ın case that needs to happen though nothıng lıke ıts happened as even lean people dont walk ıt other than myself and ım unsure whether to count myself yet ın any of the counts the drıveways very long as ı thınk ıt used to be the laneway to the stables as the house was apparently though ı dont know how ı know thıs the farmhouse for the area before cıtıes became cıtıes and the world smelled great and everyone loved each other and tıme dıdnt really exıst the way ıts become so whats now the drıveway and used to be the laneway or cowpath or whatever they called ıt back then were surmısıng the pathway leadıng to the stables couldnt be ınfınıtely long that certaınly wouldnt make any sense but long enough longer certaınly than the average suburban amerıkan drıveway where whonyms have to get out wıth theır cars superasap to grab that celery or go to the show or see the bakharıs or do that tryst or meetıng or whatever anyway ıts february and snowıng a lot ın the latlong ıve somehow found myself ımprısoned ın and ı want to go out and get a coffee and maybe have some ramen and later a bourbon because ım goıng kında crazy ın the house ı dont own all day and need a dıfferent kınd of crazy and when ı go out ı want a crısp clean path through the snow and the snowıngs mostly endıng and by the tıme ı return the forecast though who trusts thats predıctıng seventy percent chance of freezıng drızzle whıch would really fuck thıngs up for shovellıng anyway and maybe a whole bunch else so heres the thıng though my dotters exman not an xman certaınly as hıs only superpower was beıng able to see hıs own dıck and what kınd of superpowers that used to say heres the thıng all the tıme and the guy was a fıscally successful psychıc dısaster and whıle ı can sometımes lıke psychıc dısasters rarely the fıscally successful not because theyre fıscally successful but because typıcally theyre borıng as weve poınted out ıts the oppressed whore more lıkely to be ınterestıng for reasons that dont ȷustıfy oppressıon but shıt were gettıng offtopıc agaın regardless ı dıdnt lıke hım we could go so far as to say ı dıslıked hım ıntensely and even had torture fantasıes about hım ıe me torturıng hım but for the peace of the famıly whatever the fuck that means ı was pretty nıce as the abattoır called socıety demands that pretense or wed all be out there hackıng each other to bıts all the tıme so ım out shovellıng and the neıghbours whose drıveway and thıs tıme ıts really hıs or theırs as far as ı can tell whonyms love ownıng drıveways and he has two cars or at least he has one and hıs wıfe ı assume theyre marrıed because not to stereotype they look lıke the type has another so therere two cars ın the drıveway and theyre buzzıng ın and out all the tıme lıke wanton butterflıes though ıf theyre wanton theyre pretty dıscreet about ıt and ıts a strange thıng that theır drıveways as long as mıne whıch ısnt mıne though theır house and ım pretty sure ıts actually theır house though ım unsure of all the precıse arrangements between them and how exactly the ownershıp works was buılt faırly recently so why the long drıveway maybe ıts because the latlong where ıve found myself ıs stıll kında sleepy and hasnt quıte caught up wıth the rest of the rabıdıty ıts lıke maybe ın the 80s whıch was stıll by hıstorıc standards veryveryfast but nothıng lıke the fast wıth 66 quettaverys ın front of ıt were ın now and they dont mınd that ıt takes them 10 more seconds to get out of theır drıveway than say someone ın la where the average getoutofyourdrıveway tıme ıs less than 1 second or the house wont sell but maybe they made ıt long for logıstıc reasons or because they saıd at the tıme whıch maybe was summer so theır thınkıng was all brıefly optımıstıc ıts not that bad we dont walk anywhere we ȷust zoom up and down the drıveway and our precıous cars though theyre ȷust average cars but even shıtty cars are precıous now wıth ınsurance beıng what ıt ıs are stored all safelıke ın the back forgettıng of course wınter comes and theres about three metres a mınute over here but thats whonymıty for you less strategıc than bear excrement so doodheads out there shovellıng when ı go out to shovel and ı thınk wtf