i trudged through v: the part about archimboldi, turning the last page of 2666.
what the fuck? what the FUCK? this an end? what was resolved? had all the sex, violence, & death been removed, it would be svelte. alas, it does include it all, stewing in its overwhelming, glorious complexity. i'm stuck in this death-violence-sex loop, unsure whether this is genius or vapid.
i'm sure i'll just move on.
my brother & i had our first serious argument. it was strange, like an out of body experience: i treat family mostly like i treat customers, smile, nod, in noncommittal agreement.
everything seems to be in flux.