Good news, terrific news: In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni will publish Starsdown, my book of Los Angeles, in the fall, whence it will "assume the fantastic form of a relation between things."
Hello, The Sophist. Hello, Nightwood. Hello, Matter and Memory. Hello, Nest. Is that The Origin of German Tragic Drama standing there behind you? And how long, exactly, must we wait?
More, surely, to follow.
