One More
Woke up mid-afternoon and scratched some sleep off my eyes, wondered if the guy I’d met at the party next door had left the lounge I gave him to sleep on for the night, he had, made some toast with tomato and avocado and cheese on sourdough that looked like it might have been too old but tasted not bad, made a weak coffee and drank it reading The Broom of the System which is not as good as anything else he’s written but nevertheless is filled with references to Wittgenstein that make me feel like an insider for picking up, not to mention the brilliant short-story descriptions woven in via a character who edits a literary journal, considered leaving the house, didn’t, read a few essays from William James’ Pragmatism for class tomorrow and I suppose as the joke goes he is a philosopher who writes like a novelist as opposed to vice versa (being his brother Henry, completing the joke), interesting ideas but not very detailed, liking in particular his view that philosophical systems are chosen more for reasons of the heart than of the mind (the soft-minded dogmatic rationalists versus the hard-minded sceptical empiricists), listening to Aphex Twin and Squarepusher and Bluebottle Kiss and Deloris and some didgeridoo trance hybrid picked up by Jess from a busker at Circular Quay, cooked stir-fry and macaroni cheese with Tracy for dinner, wished for apple pie but still didn’t leave the house, read some more James, drank some detox tea bought from T2 up the road the other day, swept up a broken glass, fought off tiredness, tried to do as much thinking and as little feeling as possible, failed, thought about turning the day into a poem, failed.