Section 13: My morphemes mourned events & Skies are the terrains of this myopic Summary

In "My morphemes mourned events," the narrator will not despair; she hopes to rise daily before 7 a.m. and to avoid idleness. She is relieved as she writes down that thought because now she can forget it, but forgetfulness does not occur as other thoughts take its place. She never rids herself of the conscientiousness that existentialism taught. Self-pity chains her like a criminal at evert act of the new Presidency, and she wishes that she could sign her ballot to obtain satisfaction from voting. Language is so objectified that it is different from what one knows or says. That afternoon, the narrator marches vigorously with the veterans that she had once marched against. She laughs while watching her spouse at...