Sometimes I’ll be lazily sweeping the morning’s headlines/tumblr posts/tweets/aggregated links/emails and, you know, there’s this crush of fucking info right? I just skimmed this thing in the CJR written by someone from Jezebel I guess about blogging I guess and it was about being self absorbed I guess and I guess it was pretty good. And this story about the Chinese factory workers. I mean, is life really like a Virginia Woolf novel?!

And holding (rather, ‘holding’) together these strains—I am a lighter. You know how you have your typical poly/cotton blend drawstring in your hoodie and it gets frayed so you take out your lighter (because you also smoke—why don’t you quit smoking?) and cauterize the end? Some mornings I feel as if I’ve finally cauterized the end and there’s some char and ash and smoke, but for the most part I’ve got it together.

But you know whenever you start burning things that aren’t you know for burning, then you get that bad sort of high. So, yeah. I think the unfrayed coherence I perceived momentarily was just the bad sort of high.