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authorCase Duckworth2015-02-09 12:04:05 -0700
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2title: Swear
3genre: prose
4
5project:
6 title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
7 css: paul
8 order: 25
9 next:
10 - title: Options
11 link: options
12 - title: Tapestry
13 link: tapestry
14 previous:
15 - title: Reports
16 link: reports
17 - title: Stump
18 link: stump
19...
20
21```type
22EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING
23STAYS THE SAME
24
25First, a history: I was writing my
26thoughts in a book. I got a typewriter
27and typing things in a book
28became impossible. I began typing
29on 4x6 notecards. I ran out of
30ribbon in my typewriter. I wrote
31on the 4x6 notecards. I bought a
32new ribbon and new notecards. Now
33again I am typing on notecards.
34 What have I been typing?
35Thoughts, impressions maybe, a log
36of changes to my mental state. I
37waited long enough and I began
38recording them in the same way. If
39I wait longer the ribbon will run
40out again and I'll write again, on
41notecards or in my book. The same
42thoughts in different bodies.
43 That's what it means, "Every
44thing changes or everything stays
45the same." It might as well be
46"and." Local differences add up to
47global identities. It's a hoop,
48right? And we keep going around
49and we think it's flat but it's
50round like the Earth.
51```
52
53Paul pushed his chair away from the Writing Desk and stared at the notecard.
54He stood up, knocked his head on the lightbulb, swore. He pulled the notecard
55from his typewriter and crumpled it up with his left hand. With his right hand
56he reached in his pocket and pulled out his cigarettes. He put one in his
57mouth, threw the paper in the corner, grabbed his axe, went out into the
58woods.