Received a post card from Dad, who is in Amasyna — spoke with R about the Trinity — asked if he thought there was anything at stake for his religious beliefs if he understood the trinity properly or not –he replied yes, he thought so.
Set out to purchase (making a list): coffee, soda, a frozen diet meal, parmesian cheese, beer. Purchased: coffee, soda, a can of spinache, a bottle of parmesian cheese, a can of refried beans, a box of rice, a tooth brush, a bottle of beer. I thought, in the supermarket parking lot, “let there be actions, let there be no ideas!” then as the doors of the market opened I thought –”let there be only ideologies without actions, let doing be utterly occluded by believing!” (then my thoughts turned to the navigation of the store.)
A square of dark air touched by a closed store’s lamp lay over the white packaging the white parking space line and the part of the curb I could see (night scene from the parking lot). The “clicking noise” I’d heard had turned out to be a small, curled-up ATM receipt, pushed by the wind into the over-sized receiving area of the parking space. The improbably loud sound was still coming from it. When the leading edge of the receipt struck the pavement […] it made abnormally loud sounds. (written.)
Bag held: a frozen pizza (boxed) frozen french fries (in a cold wet bag with white red packaging); an onion; a thing of broccoli (a club, a floret). The onion and the broccoli each in a transparent plastic bag I’d taken from the roll that was above the shelves stocked with mushrooms (“with brown soiled mushrooms stocked” “with soil-sauced mushrooms boxed, wrapped and racked” “with dirt festooned shrooms — attuned“) (written) a hook on the roller grabbing at a cutout space, or perforated space, in the bag so that it tore off cleanly from the roll, tore off from the cylinder of wrapped plastic, of which it had been a part.
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