My Business Plan Is Immaculate

What the FUCK

I'm no longer given over to excursus or tangential tangents - I'm thinking about Gertrude Stein repeating a bunch of things over and over - But not exactly repeating them: compounding them - Her verbosity is the most concise.

The blank page is always a blank page, even if it has writing on it.

A blank page is never a blank page, it is always a palimpsest.

For a few weeks, when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, I had two words stuck in my head like a song: "grain silo." I don't know where I heard them, but they were there for weeks on end like the residue from a halogen bulb after you close your eyes - faintly humming, layered over every other thing. Particularly at night, I whispered those words to myself, they were coming out of my lungs weighted equally with the air. And then one day I forgot about them, and now they are phallic towers in midwestern flatlands. Now they are places where farm girls lose their virginity and hunched over ex-scarecrows go to vote - they're in washed-out gray tones and I don't sleep with them anymore.