diary 22 05 2023

It is impossible to write well on a chair, or on the surface of the earth. All good writing is produced slightly below the surface of the earth; all other writing is a fantasy of being slightly below the surface of the earth. I am incredibly sorry for having to tell you this. But if you want to buy a large spade contact me. I have recently come into possession of around 15,000 spades. I have completed Quality Testing them and yeah… my spades are incredible. As soon as one of my spades touches the earth a hole of exactly the right size will appear. It’s magical. Get ready to sit in your little holes, brothers –

I was planning to write another diary entry, actually. Like every other man, I am in a desperate, relentless, and constantly aborted search for potential sources of discipline, believing as I do – as every single living man does – that sometime in 1995 a sort of overwhelming cultural flabbiness took over, and all previously existing social structures disappeared overnight. It was…