Much can be uncovered by the way two lovers do the Monday then the Tuesday, ad infinitum with regards to each other. Jill can be into any of dozens of activities - today is about paper, the excess of it, the need for certain pages and thank god for the oak island to spread them all out. Will, quite differently, gets immersed into the conceptual rather than the real, after of course, he takes care of the business of the day. Today he's pulling together ideas about the story of Nastassia Kinski time-traveling to an interlude with Najinsky to give him her vaginski. Done in podcast-verite he's thinking Jemima Kirke and Justin Black a la Going the Distance. He's still digesting the last Mad Men Ep. 6 with Rory Gilmore evoking Silvia Plath's Lady Lazerus causing another etymological party in his pants. It goes something like this most days, posing the imagined question "why are they so together?" You see, as soon as you start defining that, you put limits on it that are misleading. As Silvia admitted I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby.