Going to bed I ask myself: what was today for? And I admit I don't know. Just when I get on top of the housework the ironing the compulsory reading and I'm just beginning to grasp what Jung was saying, Monday catches up with me and III2 are on top of me with their ceaseless demands for authority figures to knock down. Momentarily meaning focuses in the image of a girl but consciousness intervenes as usual tells me there's no hope there. These moments of epiphany when the great bud of the world swells and bursts and shews forth its utter utter meaninglessness. I pause by the light switch. Light shines through the shadow of my fingers. I scratch my head. I switch off the light.