In the early morning of this day i started to read a book. The «RE:» in the title of this post is to remind you that this is a reply or response to a book (but not necessarily a «review»), which is how it is most of the time here in this virtual space of words & images. These are responses to books i'm reading somewhere usually other than home. It's funny how you can respond to something but you can't «spond» something. You can «ply» something but it's not really the same kind of plying that is done in replying. You also can't «cord» something but you can «record» something, which is also how i think of this, a record of thought, documentation. I'd read some of this book & then we'd walk around & i'd think about what i read or something else & then write down here what i'd thought. Sometimes i'd find myself thinking about what i was going to say in this space or the photos i'd show, but then at the same time i'd be thinking this i didn't like thinking of things in this self-referential context, as if you're not living your life for yourself but living it for a brother or sister or a version of yourself that's dead, to read later in some other life.