So I wrote a chapter. Not a roll exactly but some kind of traction. Maybe it is alright. Some of it might stick. At least I am engaging with the text on some vague level.
I attribute it all to Susan Sontag. On Photography, and what happens to my head when I read her. I don't have to agree, but my mind feels stimulated enough to have a conversation. Affection was all about the body, now I am flexing my brain. Strange. The change.
We will wait and see.