finklestein

Read for a while yesterday. Drank whiskey and played pool until the bars closed. Drank whiskey rode down the coast to Seal Beach until five in the morning.

The industry in Long Beach is beautiful at night. The oil rigs, factories, whatever they are. Little deserted ghost towns in an abyss.

My buddy likes industry (the really grimy shit) because he wants global desolation. He thinks mankind is in its winter and it's coming time for spring cleaning. I don't think mankind will ever get wiped out. We'll contrive a cure for today's cancer. Today's cure will become tomorrow's cancer. Mankind will become the silhouette of a god, eclipsed by its tumors.