Yesterday the book of the day was Theoretical Objects (Piombino). I also read a third of several other books, as I normally do.

I liked this more than Boundary of Blur. The writing is sharper, somehow. Less "blurry"? The automatic manifestoes are fabulously thought-provoking. There's a touch of Beckett and of Ashbery in his prose.

I don't quite understand his critique of "style." I love style. What is the opposite of style, I wonder?