Coffee, and biscuits (if you are lucky)...writing papers, finding related text and putting them together, constructing meaning by putting words together, deconstructing also in the process.
Coffee in tongue, I am beginning to hate it. Its utilitarian purpose, stops you from going asleep.
Well if that was the week, the weekend was better. S
some good papers to go through,
some wonderful beer and smoked salmon,
and Wong Kar Wai. sometimes it is good to have fetishes - his fetish for smoke coming from boilers, cups, kettles, cigarette stubs sunk in ashtrays, fog lifting itself as lovers are in the mood for love.....
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