Page 147

By Jack Joseph Smith

The alley Gee, is she nice Maybe she is Spanish Black, not sure; I am so fuched up, Asian; shit this girl might be white But I am just looking, Just like a gerrius How many things can you see at the same time, and how many things can you rememper It is not a question It’s a way of life Maybe I had to get old . To find it out how qo Wevl tray Ig I was twelve when I was in: love So I am not saying yoy don’t have to be smart to find her Winding up those rivers where no one you know has ever pjeen Rivers so old

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

"The alley" revisits the earlier sighting of a woman but widens it into a creed about perception, memory, age, and rivers no familiar map can reach.

The page begins with the same dazed uncertainty as page 145, then pushes past attraction into a larger claim about how a person lives inside attention. Asking how many things can be seen and remembered at once turns into a declaration that this is not philosophy but practice. The closing river image gives desire the scale of an old, untraveled geography.

Claude

The alley: same girl, same questions, how many things can you see at the same time, how many can you remember. Winding up those rivers so old.