Gilgamesh makes me want to listen Paul Simon. I listen to Paul Simon and steal his lyrics and put them into my writing. It's a weird practice and I mainly do it with the Graceland. Perhaps, this life is really a dreamscape that I'm inhabiting and it is a space where the borders of my being are becoming blurred by the books I read and the music I listen to. This weekend kind of feels millennial to me. Maybe it's because of Gilgamesh and the walls of Uruk being the walls of the book and the book outlasted the city and so what? Maybe it's because I've been listening to too much late-night-fringe-AM-Radio where theories about the hollow Earth, shape shifting aliens, and multi-dimensional time travelers are fed into impressionable consciousness? I am not sure where I'm going with this. I no longer trust words and I totally trust words. Everything is a writing experiment. I don't find this stuff amusing anymore.