First line of Lisa Robertson’s Boat:

Day o pens

That spacing reminds me of one of the topics of Robertson’s Nilling (The Story of O). There Robertson opens:

I open the codex; with skirty murmur, commodiousness arrives.

And a few paragraphs later, Robertson continues:

By commodious I mean: This object furnishes hospitable circumstances for entering and tarrying […]

And I find myself thinking: O pens an o penning.

And so for day 3098

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