6/30 p6

(temporal and spatial locations (is it necessary to read B)) — I thought of something that I meant to write at the beginning of this {section / fragment / book} — that one of the first steps to writing a book on my style is to pick the number of pages and then write them — the number 360 keeps coming up — there was an entire series of ideas just before I started writing as I was waking up (it’s now 9 AM that was about 7) that are lost —

possibly forever

some void

<void shit
my body bothering me lately — thoughts of death etc that i don’t look into>

my pen is running out of ink

<into out of>

ink leaving

(an arbitrary decision to follow arbitrary decisions
(I like playing with titles for essays etc)

to void body/
to avoid mind

<coincidence of these with insertions>
body shit thoughts to avoid

<10/19/17— the following was left as is for now see notebook for rearrangement and correction>

the writer is now completely different

<realized that i wasn’t following the double page layout while recopying this (i thought something wasn’t making sense) restart line of 're's>

my pen is running out of ink leaving little voids in the letters

(an arbitrary decision to follow across the page
arbitrary decisions (the importance of
arbitrary decisions in the writing of the novel)

(I like playing with titles for essays etc)

to void body/
to avoid mind shit and let the mind meander

the writer is now in completely different surroundings

the sound of cars on wet street
streets
sheets inside/outside