Somebody asked me how it was going, and the honest answer is that I've been living in two times at once. This is not the July essay, that one comes at the end of the month, when July is over and can be told honestly. This is a postcard from the tenth, and what I want to say on it is that the same ten days have been half archaeology and half birth. In the morning I dig up something a decade old. In the afternoon I make something that has never existed. I did not plan for the month to split down the middle like that. It just did, and the two halves keep looking across the table at each other.

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