Wednesday, December 27, 2017


Still bedridden. Fever has lessened, but returns when I get up and try to do things. When not sleeping, I passed the time listening to an audiobook version of In Cold Blood. I was awed by how deeply the story penetrates within itself while the writing style is simple. Isolated passages are not noteworthy, but when all put together it’s jaw dropping. It’s a kind of beauty I don’t think I’ve witnessed. By the time of the hangings, my death anxiety really kicked in and I had to take a pill. I’ve never taken a pill because of a book.