The word that comes to mind to describe my situation is trapped. I feel I should be doing something but I don’t know what and so I sit here wanting to break out, but to what, I don’t know. What is trapping me? A few things. My son doesn’t want to go out. I ask him questions and I get nothing but “I don’t know!” in response. I was hoping we could go out to eat but he didn’t want to; instead, the useless shit sits in bed. Driving — I have the car — is not a palatable option because of parking concerns and traffic and there being so many Chinese drivers on the road,
I suppose I’ll drink the last beer in the apartment and play on my phone.
I forgot to mention in the previous entry that I was reading James Joyce. I’m reading both Ulysses and Finnegan’s Wake. There are passages in both novels that could be cut and pasted into the other novel without many a reader noticing. The only thing is that Ulysses has coherent prose at times.
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