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Naptime is over. We ran out of money again. Even when wine is a bargain by the bottle—

I was thinking about Benjamin and his distracted spectator, because I associate distraction with the need to make money, and therefore with my enemies—well, what are Benjamin’s examples? Architecture and film. The building where you work and the show you catch after work. You don’t need to cognize a building to be affected by a building, I get that, buildings are large and they get in your way even with your mind underwater, but what a wallop to discover you’ve been walking around submerged for months. Occasionally the scales drop from my eyes and I feel I am inhabiting this proper animal form with its directions and aversions; the rest of the time I loll around with bad grace. As for the movies, they give me trouble. I can’t put them on in the background, but if I try to orient to them then I want to go somewhere else after five minutes, attention and distraction don’t balance in the right way. Or is distraction even part of it now? They don’t seem to expect that you’ll wander in during one reel and wander out during the next. They take their time.

Anyhow this week I am consulting with my ass in a chair and did all the work already and am on my second day of trying to look attentive while lolling, and it is a hindrance, kids. Bad grace.

 

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