Paralytic disturbances on the order of like nuclear winter

I am in the Roman Empire of my mind, urging ever more elaborate engineering projects and allocating ever increasing numbers of plebes to combat the fires. Large fires make their own weather systems; everyone out there better stay hydrated.

The eunuchs in the courtyard of the Roman Empire of my mind eat grapes leisurely and rehearse the Latinate dirges until all the echoes become self-sustaining. All is well in their world; it must be a strange one, structured around the idea of being put under the knife.

I leave the Roman Empire of my mind because this phrasing reminds me of Last of the Mohicans and Michael Mann’s cinematography. Collateral was kind of a motherfucker, wasn’t it? That scene when Jamie Foxx’s character has to play the part of the assassin, and he acts all hard and threatening - a convincing portrait of Vincent, really - reminds me of the scene in Lynch’s Mulholland Drive when Naomi Watts tries out for a part and shows - surprisingly, to me at least - that her character Betty really can act and is not just a raw bundle of affected Hollywood fantasy.

Associative matrices, from here: Naomi Watts - > Australia - > Great white sharks.























Infinite Jest related notions:

1) Initial set of aesthetic and ethical/moral concerns laid down here continue to haunt, yes haunt, later work.
2) This is an essentially conservative book; the formal innovations tend to obscure this.
3) Some rooms have five walls.
4) Currently on page 317.
5) I wonder if he took notes when he went to the meetings or if he spoke or what exactly.