Now Bleed for Me...

Sunday Morning. Velvet Underground & Nico on the stereo. Trying to figure out what esle there is to say about composition and literature's relationship. Trying not to be too irked by the fact that composition is seemingly the only discipline that doesn't even fully know what its purpose is and how it can best proceed to accomplish its purpose. Six more pages to go. Then on to the next one.

I am tired.
I am weary.