I have been thinking about the Tennessee Williams poem Life Story, and about how summer seems to turn the volume up on everyone. How everyone seems to be shouting all the time. Something about right now makes me so tired, soft and worn through. I keep accidentally convincing myself of things that aren't true, imagining up a cataclysm just for something to do. Everything interesting seems to be hiding below sea level right now.
Mostly, I guess, I have been thinking about Henry Miller: "I got that way from sitting beside a mirror and watching people pass; there are no climaxes in life like in mirrors. People fall in and out of the picture and you don't have to touch them."