At my new job, I saw the cute girl that I saw at O several months ago. Didn’t talk to her. Too cowardly. She has nice rosy cheeks and a round face. She was studying something related to theology. A domain that I respect, but it’s a bad sign that she’s at the Israeli restaurant.
And that’s the other thing, dear diary: I get a job, and of course they’re on a BDS list! What a joke. I feel paranoid there. It sucks. Palestine pin on my jacket, keffiyah around my neck. I’m going to get fired, and just when I thought I could relax.
The goal is diffuse today. Don’t have much of one. I won’t return to the APCON essay until Thursday, earliest. I should work on Beneath Language, but I’m not feeling it. What I am feeling is the Morning Regrets story…it has good parts—I swear there’s something there!
The first several paragraphs are decent. My starting concept was “realism,” i.e. truthful and authentic, not concerned with plot; but do we prefer instead to make it less realistic, about a guy so lonely he starts to hallucinate, as in Oldboy when she starts seeing ants? A conventional twist, but maybe that’s a good thing: it’s recognizable, and therefore I don’t have to work as hard.