2:38am: seems evident that I’m typing about things now, like when I take a break like now to respond, he can tell maybe.

2:40–3:[something]AM: sat at kitchen table eating edamame food thing out of cast iron skillet. [omitted] said he’s been thinking about making this for ‘months. months and months, since i first ate it at this restaurant. no, it must be years. a year and a half, i’ve been thinking about making this. i’ve been thinking about how to replicate the recipe.’ talked about him writing a book, he said like, ‘just think about how long it’d take me to write a book, if it took this long for me to make the edamame.’ i said ‘you just have a marination process. your brain is just like, where the stuff marinates.’ talked about…here it is:

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US:

•  i like having all a lot of information available about myself on the internet. want to eventually have the most information about a person possible on the internet.

•  [omitted] is private and sometimes makes comments like ‘this is why i shouldn’t have a twitter’/there is barely any information about him available on the internet.

NOT REALLY THAT DIFFERENT:

•  typing all of the things i type about myself neutralizes their impact in my head…like i’ll be thinking or obsessing about something and when i write it down i figure out ‘no one cares that much, this isn’t a big deal.’

•  [omitted] seems to think similarly for reasons i don’t think he’d be comfortable with me writing about but that i understand.

the ‘not really different’ thing is i think we both think a lot. overactive head things.

3:24am: Mark McCarthy. That is the name to remember. He is smoking and showing me books on his shelf and talking excitedly about them. I am feeling like an idiot

‘I’ve never read Murakami’

‘Me neither. Well. I started to read ‘Norwegian wood’ and I didn’t…it didn’t…but…’ (trailed off as I typed this)

4:[something]–7:[something]AM: had sex in the dark then turned on the lights and i said ‘yeah, better.’ laid in bed and showed each other pictures on our phones. [omitted] showed me all the things on his old iphone. he was going really fast. kept asking questions to ‘slow it down,’ wanted to look longer at all the pictures, also thought his ‘going fast’ was cute and excited. started showing him all my tagged facebook photos and he said ‘i don’t know if i want to see that.’ he’s said things like ‘i don’t know if i want to read the liveblog, i want to just know you like this,’ but he’s read parts of the liveblog and other things i’ve written and ‘taipei’…on the couch probably around 1AM he said something interesting about almost unfollowing my unedited twitter because of…jesus. going to paraphrase: ‘that night when you got drunk recently, i don’t know. it was like a tesla coil of this…it’s this thing i like about you, your energy, but.’ i said ‘tesla coil? is that the thing in lightbulbs?’ he said ‘no it’s that. you know it’s this glass ball that has a blue light in the center and when you put your finger up to it all the blue light goes to your finger?’ i said ‘oh yeah, yeah i know those. he said ‘well you know when you put both hands on it and it’s like, it’s all these blue lights going everywhere on the ball? they don’t know where to go?’