Listening to Nora. thinking about Lessing. remembering lessons. I arrive at the bank of this river, two sides unbounded. this is the generation that is all thumbs. quick on the Rimm without a hand on handles. able to text, unable to speak. able to cut and paste, unable to use scissors, saws, tape or glue. Nora can pick a song. Nora has a sound. Nora is unable to decide between her sounds. Sounds not hers, but those she hears. She is tethered to voices she does not own. Voices not her own. Voices from before her, but not her past.Nora is a great sound without a song of hers. Her generation, this generation has nothing of their own, only copies they cannot understand. They are buyers not builders. A nation of mall walkers. Teenaged mall walkers. We have made ourselves into shadows.

“But Is I Tart”… title for model book.

“somewhere between zero and one…everything else is exaggeration”