number twos

so everything is hideously connected, as it turns out. i wrote a poem about this the other day. i also was just now realizing that people all do the same things and act the same way and everything is a cycle. and it’s a vicious one. so try not to get caught up in it, my dear. so not only were they both second choice (first choice, third, whatever!) but they also traded jobs. freakish. i guess technically the work elsewhere from where they did but it’s just very, very odd. i mean. c’mon.

deleuze and guattari would call this a rhizome. which makes some sense if you know what it is: imagine the rhizome as the rabbit warren, each room has its purpose completely seperate from the others and yet through the connections by pathways that are established within the tunnels, a sense of being results and a concept exists through every plane of multiplicity. I LOVE GRASPING CONCEPTS.

to do: Play, “Last Seen”, Sunday, 2 pm, please attend with me, at Little Theater, call me for details. Open invitation to lunch and mass following the play.

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