Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: January 2021

Workbook: January, 2021

January 31, 2021: That was an acquisition I'd set out deliberately to attain.
January 30, 2021: It was the songs I hadn't heard before which wrecked me.
January 29, 2021: As I dictate this into my phone, highway 215 south is five lanes wide and absolutely jammed.
January 28, 2021: My first experience with Chinese food, ever...
January 27, 2021: I think one of my favorite recurring experiences of university was Rocco's Restaurant in Riverside.
January 26, 2021: Redlands had an aura of exoticism to me.
January 25, 2021: Rod Stewart was a Christmas acquisition.
January 24, 2021: I found Led Zeppelin through a mistaken price sticker on Physical Graffiti at Fed Mart in Kearny Mesa.
January 23, 2021: A single miniature snap from a single cap...
January 22, 2021: The bartenders were Byron and Dante.
January 21, 2021: So that when Goat's Head Soup arrived I greeted it with the same expectation with which I'd received Exile.
January 20, 2021: I responded to the release of Exile on Main Street with enormous enthusiasm.
January 19, 2021: Random, without trigger, although the background radiation is always loneliness.
January 18, 2021: In these pieces where I've written of my own experiences of depression I've characterized it as essentially univocal...
January 17, 2021: I write of home because I wish to be there.
January 16, 2021: Sleep, and bureaucracy.
January 15, 2021: Bad food, bad mood. Sugar high, sugar crash, deficit of dopamine.
January 14, 2021: The man in gold wears a crown of fingers.
January 13, 2021: That was something.
January 12, 2021: With a wild howl flame storms the hillside like armies rushing on battlements.
January 11, 2021: On the floor, her older sister's apartment on the Mesa.
January 10, 2021: This isn't a good idea.
January 9, 2021: Boom and bust cycles.
January 8, 2021: My first experience with therapy was ludicrous.
January 7, 2021: It was decades before you realized certain of your long-time friends simply aren't very bright.
January 6, 2021: The things he said were not wrong.
January 5, 2021: Her brilliance of playfulness.
January 4, 2021: Along with and following in the footsteps of every other narcissistic wanker in the history of the universe...
January 3, 2021: I remember the first morning, sitting inside the locked screen door wailing.
January 2, 2021: In my copy of Nadja...
January 1, 2021: Undoing, Part Two: Social Media.