They don’t care what A’s put out. No, they just give him a final judgement of the work. The conclusion of it is so total that you think the conclusion is just submitting to the totality of its own conclusion. But is that possible. Can you have a thing that submits to itself. A thing Continue reading

The beach was very cold That’s what I tell my dog, but she doesn’t really listen. She just barks. Then, I go home and have told no one about anything. I sunk into the couch and watched Chungking Express with the apprehension of finishing Doors of Perception. I keep looking in the mirror, because today Continue reading

It is no less clear that the sense of the double has taken up as a dream, a shadow, a mirror, or an alter ego. And it is within the last one that I’ve found the works of Oe to be just as relevant when it comes to my obsession over the double–the others. It Continue reading

They want me to write what they want . The university. I’m digressing but I’m only digressing from the instructions of assignments, which want me to “digress” towards a different way. But I’m only digressing, and they don’t like what I’m doing. Am I here to learn how to digress? Do I really think that Continue reading

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I played the play “Cosmos.” A thing led to another. It was the weirdest thing. I was both the actor and the act. How can I be both. The play played in my head. I am the play. I play it in my head, or it plays it in my head. I am the director, Continue reading

Sometimes I feel like I don’t even exist, like I’m just there, you know. And sometimes what I say don’t make sense, but I go on saying it just so I can make sense of it but even then… do I know myself if I do not know the others, on whom I depend and Continue reading

Directness. Does it reach me when I am in relation to others. What will directness do? But no… others being not me, identical, I cannot be others.  Continue reading