October
writes to advise you your connection with sleep is temporarily postponed. Your
daily appointment with the unadorned facts is pencilled in, while your copious
mental notes on the population in particular will need updating at the end of
the day. Everyone’s a joker in the pack: nothing’s crossed out, just handfuls
more footnotes to the body of knowledge. This month you will write yourself a
letter reminding you it could be worse. Be nice to yourself and other nuances. Yours
in good faith, &c. The keyboard is an option, though sleep again deletes
randomly certain files so painstakingly saved.
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