i aten't dead.

some of it is paper exhaustion, but mostly i was trying to sleep off a broken heart -

because although i admired his work and knew him to be a friend of nohrnberg and after my previous experience of meeting mike seidel was quite prepared to find all friends of nohrnberg witty and brilliant and charming and erudite and because having worked myself into an adoring frenzy and perfectly willing to be enchanted and entranced by him i found that i could not like charles ross. i can't go as far as to say i dislike him, but i simply couldn't like him. i think self-censorship should step in now.