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Reading Vollmann and Wallace at the same time, I appreciate digital books. Yet the sheer weight of these pages is as vital as the text.

This is the season when I listen to old Spiritualized records while staring at the cover of Infinite Jest, wondering if I have the guts to read it.

In line at the megamarket, my friend said, "But you don't need a value pack of 7 lighters." But I do because they're beautiful. Dig the burnt sienna one.

Catching my breath with a Cuban cigar and a glass of iced tea while thunderheads sweep across the pasture.

Somewhere in Montana.