afternoon residue soap scum
his name was jason and he used to chase me on the playground and when he caught me, he would skip berries in my palm, you know, to create a link. and his other friends would chase after my little friend and squish berries in their palms but he was the leader and I got the leader.
Tread lightly on Baktunian centers of power or risk their black-hole’s pull. The next front does not rest contented in what is known or in rebuilding old niches. The mountainous anthills are but dead ends to be forsaken for the darker valleys, forest of unexplored knowledge. But it is not a de Leon journey towards an impossible goal.
\interval lude
safe
Ticking noise in darkness. Interval opens door. Light falls on Lude and safe huddled in corner.
Interal: Have you come to? There is cake and milk waiting for you in the hallway. I didn’t bring it in because of what happened last time but I promise to get it if you will behave.
Lude: I found an epsilon on the wall. It wiggled for me.
Chomsky, Rushdie, and Plath lunching at Bernadin. Plath grazes on sea bream, eyeing the steak.
“ATMs are hiding the money. They’re hiding the money.”
“Any day passes between logic, whistling, going for walks, and being depressed.” i bore a hole onto the back of my hand - there is a reddish scar in its place. skin around the fingernails decomposing.
“Something broke”
A: When a city falls, [pause] well shoot me down, my mind’s a complete blank. When a city falls, I guess you can listen to the noise.
B: Ahem.
A: I’m trying, maybe spinning spheres, of light shining everywhere. Then there’s quiet, nothing but a blank, blank space.
[B sighs, prompts C]
C: It’s like silk, low and mellow. No hurry, just the soft moans of an animal in its last breath.
B: Why do I always have to be the string that stitches, the needle and the thread?
A: I’m trying, I just forget. Our minds aren’t built for this task.
D: Something broke alright people? If it’s breakable, it’s fixable. Don’t matter if a few pieces get lost or misplaced, wasn’t perfect to begin with.
C: The Berlin wall fell in 1989.
A: I remember that. Well, actually I remember that it was said to have fallen. Well, at least I was there after the fall. Not very a tourist-worthy attraction come to think of it.
B: And the rest is history.
C: Well it’s important.
D: Me amoeboid, you progress, and that road there falling off into eternity needs to get travelled, so get a-moving boys.
I smoke to perform the notion of external return. Each cigarette I light unites me with the hundred other times I have performed this act. Each one a moment of historicity to add to the stack growing ever weightier. Or perhaps lighter, less momentous.
* A long time ago, there was a war between the sexes for control of the world and women lost the earth. It was men who got to decide the structure of society; what was acceptable, good, moral, the color of right. Now the turnkey of history has shifted as existing structures no longer bear the weight of time.
* A difference of one hour, one hotel, one gentleman. Time and singularity provide the canvas for subjective action.
* “Now I eat red meat and sleep when I feel sleepy,” she thought bitterly.
But she waited placidly. She knew she would soon be told all that she must think and say and do and feel.
* p.284-6 “The man is 2m tall therefore he is not 3m tall.”
* p.357 The clock story
“The clock becomes bewildering … is that he introduces a sort of entity which he can’t see …”
Measuring a part of infinity so when a clock is not bewildering - is it doing away with time, i.e. allowing us to ignore ‘it’
* Russells hierarchy of types for Witt’s theory of symbols. Logical relationships between a proposition and a state of affairs. Self-manifestations, the set of all classes is not in the set of classes. No facts a priori. It is man’s imposition of functions on the objective world, the subjective over the objective.
* p.129 “We can be indefinite and certain but surely the world cannot be. The world has a fixed structure. And this allows the possibility of language having a definite meaning.” This assumes we as different from the definite world, and yet we created language.
* Metalanguage: ‘chair’ is not a chair, ‘wolf’ is not a wolf, but ‘predicate’ is a predicate.
We are perhaps more inclined towards the fallen angel than towards true aspiration.
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
new zealand in an air-conditioned bubble. or the falklands.
tallest man
coworkers invited me to take contact boxing with them. then john ridiculed my preference for non contact “kickboxing”
is it just me or are guys with cats on their heads a new trend?
the trial did not redeem him, and he is officially off my reading list
on page 5 of kafka’s the trial and so far brings to mind funny games - middle class tragedy of manners plus self-assimilation.
