0:37// The issue of “Grey Room” that came out during the summer of 2013 plays a co-starring role with “The Tempest” in the work in progress. That I suspect you will relish your fictionalization dear, does not upset me. I love you, for the overreacting strange beast you are. I always will. I have never been anything less than a friend to you Sam. Keep up the great work writing, you really do not have to be so vicious.
0:56// I’m sorry, but not sorry, that I was too much of a ‘strong-headed woman’, Samuel dearest.
1:22// Well, I just got asked if I ever “escort” on a dating app. If you hadn’t been on the same page re:marriage as me Sam this wouldn’t have been such a clusterfuck. You’re awful, but I love you. Ugh. Stop being an abusive jerk please, thanks.
22:51// What hath telegraphy wrought?
That phrase streamed through my mind as I was thinking of reading of telegraphy in Grey Room on my way to London. I google the phrase for the Sam Hill of it and did the above.
22:53// In the book version of the story of Sam & me, the article about the wireless telegraphy imaginary that existed before the technology did — my relationship with Sam, the dysfunctional mediated relationship that was formed as a result of many different factors, was the fruition of such dreams, where one would be in constant contact, presumed dead if one’s wireless went down. In high school, my kid sister and her boyfriend would sleep with their iPhones linked all night, present even in their silence. If I can manage to organize my thoughts, the book is going to be so incredibly beautiful, hopefully capturing this strange turning point at which we find ourselves today. The real tempests are coming, like the dark cloud creeping over the island today, the escalator being removed from the torn-open ceiling of the unopened WTC museum upon which Capulet’s cousin rested.
You may be quite monstrous at times Samuel, but you are brilliant and I have every intention of immortalizing your wily ass.
Meanwhile, a recent architecture school graduate falling in love with me wants to be intimate while Rumours plays. But that’s neither here nor there, is it?
"Ariadne" - Asher B. Durand (1835)