I had good thoughts earlier today, sparked by reading cultural theory about taste and Haruki Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. But they didn't stick in my mind, cluttered as it is with the details of dosages and dependency. I'm hoping that I can retrieve them with the help of the tape flags I use, obsessively, to mark passages of interest. The problem, as always, is that I'm interested in too much. Still, it's better than living one's life waiting for the next round of pills. As William S. Burroughs might have said, addiction is the antithesis of taste because it pushes the body to reduce all stimulus into simple maintenance. You can only build something new if you allow yourself room for improvement.