I'm reading the flipping novel, and it's brilliant and confusing. I look things up all the time, and then I go down the rabbit hole of the internet, and I'm not reading the novel any more. I'm reading it slowly too, so I'm going very slow. There's a lot of poetry, and it's endlessly referential and encyclopedic. I'm on page 232 right now and I started on 12/17/22. I take breaks from reading it. Spoiler? I mean this is just disgusting, revolting, and I'm not sure if smacking into it without a warning is going to be the worst thing in the world. Then I read the getting pissed on, drinking it, and eating shit section on p. 234-236. Yikes. When I read that the Buddha at cow shit, and his own shit as part of his mortification phase, which he doesn't see as the path, part of his trying everything out to find the way, I wasn't so grossed out, because I wasn't imagining into the the scene. The next day, tomorrow, Dark Side of the Moon turns 50...