Concerning some over-determined notes I used to call Journal

I used to write in a journal 2 different times. The first was in the terminal, the other was in notebooks. I ran out of them months ago. Habeas corpus hiatus. No longer do I glance upon newsracks and see the newbegotten halcyon of wished-fors… I see the great wideness unpresent before. The newcency of this millennium--a new 2001. I read the words and sentences on pages. When does it end? I read Twitter in total regression. I see everything as I did before the 4chan turn. No longer do I render the scenes of neatness into isolated personhoods. I stick to the gleaming reaction of the turntables. Of Edward, himself, and his wishes…