Leaning On The Sill

It was largely a gray day, not undermining as such. The news crackles like some absurd insect I have given up swatting to keep my focus. Suketu Mehta in his biography of Mumbai, Maximum City, used an interview with Vikram Chandra to an unexpected and debatable conclusions. That concern has adorned my brow today. I shouldn't say I am slogging but find my progress there slight in comparison to the gallop through Self's Walking To Hollywood.

Samizdat is scratching its head presently, though I suspect some Zizek may be on the horizon. It may prove an encouraging time for some theory.