December 12, 2013

At 6:45 this morning–right now, in fact, I achieved the remake of Night, Sleep, and the Dreams of Lovers. Heat hissing in the registers.

I have given myself over for a while to distraction. Every element of this house purchase thinks it needs my attention, dotting this i, crossing this t. Some of it, of course is due diligence. Some of it is silly, or a ploy to get as many palms crossed as possible. There is humor in the scrutiny and levels of proof needed for my little purchase, when the same banks will go out and throw billions at uncertain deals, if more profitable than mine, also infinitely more likely to fail.  What absurdities can be uttered by straight faces! What ludicrous concerns can be presented as–somehow–needful!