ways of mourning.

i finished ways of seeing today. i thought about people i shouldnt be thinking about anymore. i thought about thought while at work. im stuck here. in the deli. i think about the ordinary nature of my life. im no longer man in exile. i have nothing to add to the canon. it's complete. postmodernity killed it. your eyes glaze over this. theyve seen it before. time escapes us because of capitalism. i am use to no home. to no habit. i must find a way to take my sorrows and transform them. i have projects i should finish. tension string hitches into high gear.