April 30, 2023 II

Dear Car Man,

Today was un día tremendo, in both meanings of the Spanish word- awful & awesome. I worked at McCormick Place, add the AUA annual convention. The American Urological Association. I spoke Portuguese. I met a woman from Turkey who lives in Utah. She told Kiko & me that she goes skiing two to three times a week and that Salt Lake City is not ruled by Mormon mores. Coming back from the convention to isolating Berwyn last night, the Romanian cab driver and I laughed for the entire 30-minute ride about how terrible you are. Really. The clang torture you have pursued against your neighbors for the last two years is so extreme that it reads as grotesque. Did you know that when Franz Kafka read his stories to Max Brod and his friends at the cafés of Prague, they would laugh so hard that tears would be streaming down their faces?

Cruelty-sadism-tragedy-absurdity-the grotesque-hilarity. Some actions are so odious that they follow such a line. Such are yours. Quite the vocation to pursue.

Not sleeping well because of you and your idiot matinal noise routine, I made it home from the convention and sat down to immerse myself in Beef. (Yes, I see the irony in my watching this fantastic series at this time). The internal journeys of the protagonists equal in drama the external clashes between them. It is sad. From what I can see, at least externally, of your internal journey is mere stasis or perhaps even regression.

I spent some time recently learning about the condition of antisocial personality disorder. Unsurprisingly, you "check many of the boxes" of this condition. Perhaps what struck me most about what I learned was how difficult it can be for others to interact with these people socially, professionally and how resistant to change and evolution these people are.

pictured: talisman I made of twigs, earplugs & twine in an attempt to psychically ward of the daily grind-gear sound menace