historiographiliac

I am up to my ears in history. I eat history (albeit only accidentally). My dreams are sepia with cameos from Saussure, Derrida, and Spiegel. Tomorrow morning i will excrete historic shit. Brush my teeth with photocopies of toothbrushes and use archival toothpaste. Then I will go to our roundtable discussion and open my mouth so that the bits of history in me can come out---they will do so in slow motion and only in the form of peach butterflies.

Driving home I will attempt a little Einstein and slow time by spending more gas. Just me and my Swordfish. Maybe I will age slower. Maybe I will have more time. But mostly it's so that I will be closer to when I had *.

Then I will remember; and that will be history too.