LITERATURE: Reading Progress

It could be the weight of each that come together now and overwhelm.  Or the heat and three-day headache, or the two years of stress that just doesn’t want to go away.  But the result is that I’m making little progress on my current reading.

Barthes is just so far beyond my brain I’m having doubts about my sanity.  Hypertext 3.0 is not an exciting read for an exciting subject–and that is not its fault, but mine.  Ethics makes a lot of sense, even in its opposing arguments, but sense is basic, and while the book is very interesting and enlightening, I am not awed.  I’m lost in nTopia in Book and Volume, loster still in Storytron directions.  I’ve read the certain parts of Afternoon, A Story at least a dozen times and yet I’m sure I’ve never even touched upon its greatest portion.  And yes, I am afraid of even Watchmaker as far as interactive gaming goes.  I’ve lost my killer instinct, my taste for blood, and worse, there is a sense of being alone within a crowd of cartoon characters.  I need, I think, a group of living folk to talk to about these journeys.

But writing-wise I am excited about a new piece I’m now working on.  Still straight text, but layered linearity to overcome its innate restrictions.

And Mrs. Dalloway?  The woman’s beginning to make a lot of sense.  I recognize her brain patterns as familiar.