5.7.17







he played https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrYakf2cztM All Thoughts are Prey to Some Beast and while it played he loaded it again https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrYakf2cztM into a second youtube window  then three minutes eight seconds into the first recording he began it over itself thus creating All Thoughts are Prey to Zombies

he did this to celebrate W G Sebalds revelation of submerged memories “submerged memories . . give . . dreams their curious air of hyper-reality . . (hence) a pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust becomes a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno”  he also did this to celebrate his awakened walking episodes  compassed by bees in a sudden wildwind murmuration oddfellows banging into his chest clinging to his tshirt crawling in his hair cradled in the hollows of his throat his collarbones then shaking off their confusion gathering their wits they went to the brisk swirl rising joining their comrades  the whole of it  perhaps fifteen second    
                                                                                 then just outside Vons a grocerystore its automatic slidingdoor entryway he sidestepped a behemoth who was oblivious of him busying herself at freeing a pack of cigarettes from its cellophane bind  in her singularity singlemindedness he saw her in profile(what would Rembrandt have made of her) her multi-coloured hair sweated pulled up and back(it was hot) her too-tight black athletic tshirt the tortured smoke of her tattoos  but it was just behind her head mounted to the pale brown brick wall that captured the momentsaid it all  a sign advertising plants for sale  SUCCULLENT


he didnt think these memories would reach submerged or sleep subliminally  beg hyper-reality 

they were riveted to the stiff fabric of his consciousness and likely would remain for time to come  it had already been more than a week

he didnt need to close his eyes to see them again vividly

1612 and 1628,  Saturday,  1  7. 17
1356,  Monday,  3  7. 17

Bill Callahan  All Thoughts are Prey to Some Beast
W G Sebald  The Rings of Saturn