hardy har har
Ha, see, I start to write and what happens? I get insomniac and it takes ninety minutes to fall asleep. That's normal, though. What is not normal is waking at eight in the morning after a terrible dream about going bald, and spending the next hour checking my hairline in the mirror. I was too tired to think clearly. Then when I finally fell asleep I had another dream about breaking out of prison, only it was a dream in weblog format, where somehow I was posting while escaping. I had to hide in the treetops and eat cats, and I was horrified to discover that I liked the taste of raw meat.
This story is fucking with me.
Rick Moody talks about Thomas Hardy's The Mayor of Casterbridge, of all things, and briefly mentions his next book, The Black Veil: a memoir, apparently?
