a roughly circular line

all the impulses of the media were fed into the circuitry of my dreams. one thinks of echoes. one thinks of an image made in the image and likeness of images. it was that complex.
i begin in the dark and would no doubt en the same way. but somewhere between beginning and end there would have to be an attempt to explain the darkness.

– don delillo, americana, 1971

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