I don’t find solitude agonizing, on the contrary. Holes in paper open and take me fathoms from anywhere.For days and nights now, I've wondered about the space between everyday corporeal existence and those holes in paper. Just wondered, without purchase. Then I read about Robert Shields and his diary.
For twenty years, Robert Shields of Dayton, Washington, has kept a written record of absolutely everything that has happened to him, day and night. For no less than four hours each day, Shields holes himself up in the small office in his home, turns on his stereo, and types. His diary, at 35 million words, is believed to be the world’s longest.The gif showing a page of the diary is grim and melancholy.
The entire day is accounted for. I don't leave anything out. I start in at midnight and go through the next midnight, and every five minutes is accounted for.Fathoms from, indeed.