Further thoughts

Quixotic scolds for not making clear the multitude/ India/ narrative point in my earlier post. Which was just that Rushdie's novels, such as Midnight's Children, are about India, and they are dense and full of competing, different stories (all strung together in a madcap way), and it was great to see his theory of fiction, which is that narratives about India should be crowded and squeezed together, in a second class train compartment.

Clear now?

I'm listening to sleepy music. The purpose of which is to put me to sleep. But it's making me contemplative. Which is bad. I'm over contemplation. Which is why I want to work out like a fiend so that I sleep sleep sleep as soon as I settle down into my bed.

Yes, I'm shallow like that.

Which reminds me of the lyrics, "You were always crazy like that" from Foolish Games by Jewel. Which I don't listen to very often, actually, but which is a song that plagues Antoine's mind from time to time. This makes for interesting chat conversations.

Ant: You stood in the rain . . . etc.
Me: [Insert mad cap story.]
Ant: You were always crazy like that.