He wakes up and then he falls back asleep again. He spends the morning giving out financial advice that he himself never follows. He reads some more about the Philosophy of Mathematics and still doesn’t understand a word or a symbol or a line of it. He spends the afternoon making covers for books he will never write. The covers giving him a sense of joy and are entertaining to make. He is getting grey hairs everywhere. This has been happening for a while but it perturbs him that they are now growing on his balls. He has his lunch which is fish and spinach and tabasco sauce and pepper. Then he thinks about how when the sun rises in the morning it does not really rise but the Earth is rotating at a certain speed around the Sun and the position of the Earth that we find to be our home, for half of every twenty four hour period, will be blasted with sunlight and each time this begins, our rotation gives the appearance, because we are on the rotating object, that the Sun is rising up out from some subterranean exchange with the Moon to take it’s rightful and commanding place in the sky. Then he stops and thinks about something else that is also interesting to him. He reads more Proust and eats a cookie and eats another cookie and drinks some coffee and trawls the internet for information any information about anything but doesn’t find anything that he wants. This is how it is always going to be.