Where I Want To Be

It has been evening of unexpected respite, a lacuna in a stew of of indistinct propositions. I read 13 pages of Shelby Foote, encountering the sacking, as it were, of Lawrence. No, when one consider the Russian Civil War, an atrocity in modern terms, but it was an abomination, a bloodlust. It was a slaughter over ideas, not bloodtypes or even uniforms. The recent quote from Heller lingers as does Vollmann speaking from Kursk: oh, how, we don't wish to extrapolate!