Reading is solitude. To you Ludmilla appears protected by the values of the open book like an oyster in its shell. The shadow of another man, probable, indeed certain, is if not erased, thrust off to one side. One reads alone, even in another’s presence. But what, then, are you looking for here? Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the book she is reading? Or does the relationship between one Reader to the Other Reader remain that of two separate shells, which can communicate only through partial confrontations of two exclusive experiences? p.147

Casey loaned this book to me. I am in love with it.

Kira: Have you ever heard the expression “kissed by a muse”? Well, that’s what I am. I’m a muse.
Sonny: Well, I’m glad someone’s having a good time.
Kira: Oh, don’t make jokes; I’m serious.

This movie is effing weird. And FABULOUS. I really like it when they turn into cartoons and then they make a heart with the sparkles. Franchise glitz dealer!

I watched this with Christine and Whitney. And then Christine and Amanda.

Stevo: The circle goes like this: our redneck skirmishes are cheap perversions of conventional warfare. War implies extreme government because wars are fought to enforce rules or ideals, even freedom. But other people ideals forced on someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is still a rule; not anarchy. This contradiction was becoming clear to me in the fall of ‘85. Even as early as my first party, “Why did I love to fight?” I framed it, but still, I don’t understand it. It goes against my beliefs as a true anarchist. But there it was. Competition, fighting, capitalism, government, THE SYSTEM. That’s what we did. It’s what we always did. Rednecks kicked the shit out of punks, punks kicked the shit out of mods, mods kicked the shit out of skinheads, skinheads took out the heavy metal guys, and the heavy metal guys beat the living shit out of new wavers and the new wavers did nothing. What was the point? Final summation? None.

This was dumb. Watching it makes my face hurt. Why are there so many needles and beatings? The ideas weren’t anything new, and the irony was stupid. I fell asleep, too.

I watched this with Christine, Amanda, and Whitney.