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1. What is the category of 0? The subject that J has selected or, rather, that he has been assigned with, does not believe in a type that belongs to nothing, or to a logic belonging to 0, a world existing within the confines of nothing, absence, non-number.
2. This is what J stops to think when he sets his Robert Bloch paperback on the coffee table, when he crosses the room with aspirations of liquor and serious literature. Read Borges, said K, when she used to answer his calls. Strive for Kafka, she said, Read Faulkner, read McCarthy, hell, read Oates… we’ll discuss theory some other day… right now you’re thirsting for some real fiction, babylove.
3. J drinks one beer over the legal limit of two drinks before operating a motor vehicle down the poker-limits lane outside his residential bar. He hums a song he cannot name, an old song by the Supremes, smoking a cigarette with the window down, wincing with tearless sobs. Whenever J drinks over the legal limit, he drives under the legal limit. Whenever J drives or drinks, J thinks of K, and K makes J dry-cry.
4. K drove along at 50kms against her will, as the posted limit was 50kms. K thought to herself, What would it matter if she drove 51, or even 52kms? K pushed down on the pedal, accelerating to 51kms, 52kms, 53kms, accelerating even past 54kms, surprising herself in this moment of daring. She thought of death and she thought of J as she drove past the police at a speed that was over the posted limit by 3 or 4 kms, too slow for them to notice.
5. K imagined the protozoa, K imagined the infinitesimal machinations of a brake pedal unattended, K saw the accursed face of her gray-faced world in the blotted, calculatron instant of yellow-going-red, and she accelerated. She was out of cigarettes and besides, the world would end at some point anyway.
6. K looked at boys like J and she saw the source of their plight before they could voice it… a singular, homogeneous, constructed plight. K drove vintage automobiles with new engines, she played old songs on high-tech audio systems. She sat in her garage, engine off, radio on, and reflected on gaps in her genealogy as a reader. She wondered where her thinkers came from, wondered where her theorists planted their ontological roots, and she sang baby love, my baby love, I need you, oh how I need you, but all you do is treat me bad…
7. J enters the room: his thousand mile stare iridescent as if he is looking at the rising sun; new dawn a cataract, a fault line, his will whispers. All he is thinking of is K, alone, at the back of the bar, her drink in hand and her eyes quieting his.
8. K pushed down on the pedal, accelerating to 51kms, 52kms, 53kms, even past 54kms. To whom did she owe this newfound taste four death? J, she answered, as if it were as evident as a mathematical constant, say 2 + 3 = 5 or that the value of π is 3.14 repeating… repetition was like death in that it tasted sweet on her tobacco coated tongue, or so she imagined, rather poetically, as K thought herself a poet in the world, unhinged, spreading pestilence and love-in-the-end-of-times, collecting her teeth as they fell, becoming-woman, becoming-her.
1. There was never a world between the walls, but some nights you could hear water surging through a vast cavern, breaking and rejoining the many underground rivers… at times a babbling creek, at other times a building furor 2. Miguel Octavio Paralis is sitting on the bus with his friend, K, and thinking of the sentence, She had an angel in her throat and she is killing the angel and the angel is killing her 3. A medieval nursery on a river embankment in the forest where the Anomaly lives 4. Juraj shadowing himself: Juraj shadowing himself shadowing himself: Juraj embracing himself from behind and burying a knife into his stomach 5. K following leads on a man who has just murdered himself
6. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis walks into a coffee shop and orders a large coffee and a donut to go 7. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis wakes up in bed, checks the time, 7:05am, and decides he needs another 30 minutes of sleep, and so, Miguel Octavio Paralis resets his alarm for 7:35am 8. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis is late to meet his friends Juraj and K because he slept in an extra 30 minutes and so Miguel Octavio Paralis calls K to tell her he will be late and when K asks her friend Miguel Octavio Paralis, Where are you?, and Miguel tells K, I am on the 135, K replies, Yes, you will be quite late… I will tell Juraj, although he too will be late, and Miguel Octavio Paralis agrees that Juraj will be late, In fact, says Miguel Octavio Paralis, Juraj will be late for his own funeral, and the two friends laugh 9. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis debates with himself about the merits and cost of a second coffee and, minutes later, after feeling still undecided, he debates the merits and costs of a second coffee with the barista who, neither annoyed nor involved, entertains the idea of a second coffee enough to convince Juraj to order a second coffee 10. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis listens to his two friends, Juraj and K, as they debate the fate of literature in the 21st century while he tries to finish his second coffee, not because he wants to, but because he debated ordering it for so long and because Miguel Octavio Paralis fears the barrista who convinced Miguel Octavio Paralis to order the second coffee will pass judgment if Miguel Octavio Paralis does not finish his second coffee 11. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis enters a bike shop in Buenos Aires and inquires about the price to fix his bike but is surprised when the bike shop employee tells Miguel Octavio Paralis that the shop does not fix bikes but only sells them, and moreover, that the employee does not know where one could get a bike fixed in all of Buenos Aires and that it might be easier to buy a new one or perhaps steal an old one 12. We named our comets after poisonous plants and our mountains, too (or perhaps the reverse is true… that our poisonous plants and our mountains were named after heavenly bodies) 13. A journey of affirmation 14. Miguel Octavio Paralis begins a journey of affirmation 15. The three friends, Juraj, K, and Miguel Octavio Paralis begin a journey of affirmation 16. Upon entering the coffee shop, the three friends, Juraj, K, and Miguel Octavio Paralis begin a journey of affirmation 17. A knock at the door
18. Despite being born in Buenos Aires, a man named Miguel Octavio Paralis gets easily lost whenever he takes a bus–a fact that could be attributed to any one of the city’s transportation problems, or more particularly, that the city has galleries and restaurants with the same or similar names which means that Miguel Octavio Paralis will get off the bus too early or too late or sometimes at the right time but will think he has arrived at the wrong place with the same or a similar name to the place he is looking for when in fact he arrived at the right place with the right name but will go off looking for a different place with the same or a similar name 19. Instead of masturbating one day, Juraj decided he would buy War and Peace and finally read it, however, the nearby bookstore did not have a used copy and Juraj did not like the cover of the new copy, and so, Juraj did not purchase or read War and Peace that day and masturbated instead, which, truth be told, he would have done anyway 20. Upon coming, K saw butterflies crushed against the backside of her eyelids and in her mouth she tasted citrus…and the blood rushed from her head as she played her clitoris like a fleshed instrument whose music vibrated through her body 21. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis was brushing his teeth in the mirror and felt sad because while brushing his teeth Miguel Octavio Paralis was thinking about two parallel lines that stretched out infinitely and would never meet, could never relate, except for other lines that infrequently intersected both of them 22. A man named Miguel Octavio Paralis was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, imagining that his reflection was that of a man-sized cockroach or beetle brushing its teeth, a fantasy that made Miguel Octavio Paralis afraid because he heard or read somewhere that the exoskeleton of a human sized insect would crush its own insides, that the human sized insect would be crushed to death by its own weight, and the man named Miguel Octavio Paralis who was no longer a man but a cockroach or beetle saw himself crushed by his own weight and all he could feel was embarrassment that someone would find him dead with a toothbrush in his mouth 23. A cockroach or beetle named Miguel Octavio Paralis was brushing his teeth in the mirror when he had the feeling that the endoskeleton of man existed beneath his insect exoskeleton, and so, the cockroach or beetle named Miguel Octavio Parlis began scratching at his hard protective exterior, tearing here and lifting there, and to Miguel Octavio Parlis’ surprise, he dissembled easily like a cardboard box left out in the evening rain, and sure enough beneath his shell there was a human skeleton, but it was simian-like, hallow, and dissolving at the joints, and Miguel Octavio Paralis cursed his fate for surely the Insect God had made a burial site of his body, a curse that the Insect God is fabled to will on cockroaches and beetles
1. K is writing with a green pencil. The symbols A.W.FABERCASTELL9000F are printed in silver on its stem 2. $3 buys K an entry ticket to the cafe where she can be seen writing and reading 3. Anarchism does not need theory 4. All K has to do is say ‘Americano’ and exchange her 3 dollar coins for an entry ticket 5. K does not care what authors you read, K wants none of it 6. While the word ‘stem’ is vaginal, is gynocentric, in the way that ‘tube’ in ‘fallopian tube’ is vaginal and gynocentric, the word ‘shaft’ can only be phallocentric 7. K writes her name ‘K’ even though it is pronounced ‘Kera’ and should be spelled ‘Kera’ 8. There is a folded marble in my stomach that I sometimes crawl into, and inside that marble no light can enter and all I hear is the sound of my hair and fingernails growing and there are no other sounds than those, and when I am inside the marble any future anterior that I may face is illusory in the moment, and if I could only learn to hold my breath for long enough I would never have to leave the marble, I would never have to face what is illusory one moment, but what would crush me in the next 9. K is a deep sea creature, an underwater thing, that only eats once a century and is often mistaken for a plant 10. All accidental qualities were removed and everything remained the same 11. The ethos of the nightclub was an x-ray machine and I could see that my friends were skeletons with bits of meat here and there and I hoped, no, I prayed that as a species they wouldn’t see another millennia 12. Upon closing the book it said to me, I am finished, you have finished me