death

when i was little—and i sometimes still really feel little because i'm not that tall or anything like that—i saw some sort of cartoon show where under the water there was a can of dogfood and some characters of some sort went under the water to find that can of dogfood under the water and when they got there they looked at the dogfood can and the label on the dogfood can had a picture of a dog excite about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can on which there was a label with a picture of a dog excited about a dogfood can, etc.

i wish to g-d i could remember which cartoon show that was, because now sometimes when i'm thinking about death—which is, i'm sorry to say, a thing i think about more and more and more—i think about that a lot.

in the same way i think about how in synedoche, new york, there is a theater building within which is a model new york within which is a theater building within which is a model new york within which there is a, etc.

now when i think about death—which is, i'm sorry to say, a thing i think about more and more and more—i just think about deeper and deeper levels of interiority, and interiors inside interiors, and, frankly, the claustrophobia of it all scares the hell out of me.

but then, in an attempt to calm myself down, i remember just how enormous the interior of the mind can be if the mind decides it wants to be enormous.

that helps, i guess.

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