14 May 2020
Out of sorts. All
sorts. Sort of that and sort of this. Machine for sorting votes. If we vote by mail, he’ll lose, so he threatens the post
office. Refers to tests as if they’re pass or fail. Because failure is when you get sick and
die. American at the extremest edge, but without any way to let go,
go west, go and sort it all out. Endogenous depression responds to
medication, but the tearing of the social fabric does not. At some
point, it responds only to further tearing. Brian uses “tear” to
mean a tear in the screen but also his name. We shed tears, then sort
them in affect machines, little concerned at what they mean
except distress. Distress is abstract, but so many students
experience it. Where is it in your body? I ask my students, and they
begin to catalogue their organs, the topography of their faces. You
can make a graph with two hands, but there aren’t any reference
points, except air. That proves enough as gesture, but ill fits a
works cited. All the bars in the state budget point down, a billion
dollars down. He uses the word “it” to mean everything he cannot
say, and cannot prove. “You know what it is,” he tells the
reporter. “It’s been going on for years.” It’s a bad thing,
apparently. Can a nation die of one man’s jealousy and rage? M said
that the man with the one-eyed dog—S can never remember which of
them has one eye—yelled at her as she turned from Hui Kelu onto Hui
Iwa. Anger. I say I run into him from time to time, called him a
racist once after he muttered about “rag heads.” S says he tries
not to run into him, meaning in the car, and Radhika can’t fathom
the joke. Most jokes in our house are about not getting them. To get
a joke is to laugh now, not later. We sat with N and K and their
unused amazon device, demanding that “she” tell us jokes. Then we
laughed when R did not. B coaches her on the painting she made late
last night of a mountain. It’s not a specific mountain, but there's snow at the top. The man who teaches painting on youtube is
wholesome, she says, because he talks about happy houses. B asks me
if all the keys are working, but he means on my laptop. Oh happy
happy keys.
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