look. if i was at home i’d do a web weave. that’s what i do under these conditions. maybe i still will do one when i do get home. but that is over a week away. so instead, i am simply posting: ever since i read about ippolit and the wall outside his window, i have had in my head bartleby the scrivener. particularly “can you not see for yourself what the problem is” and “i know where i am”. do you understand. do you see it.








