it’s tough sometimes to realize that you actually have no fucking idea what’s going on, that your minimal grasp on the world around you is even in itself insufficient, that really it’s all relative and the comfort of something linear and secure is all passé and a sham that we (they?) all disregarded a long, long time ago – and then the cycles of what’s in and what’s out, you know – that is strange and malleable too, all depending on geography and shared identities and corporal, intuitive reactions ---- and, of course, the weather....
beñat’s big concept is desterritorialization, maggie says he has a truly retarded relationship with materiality, and I tend to agree. never being where you actually are and denying the very basic tenets of being (that is, eating, sleeping, working, doing... anything) makes for a bit of a twisted person, mostly because it makes him angry then that he has to eat, that he has to obtain money somehow.
no, i’m not making this up.
The strange part is that i tend to understand where he’s coming from. eating is a distraction just like anything else, really. but starting to upend the basics of survival, and the whole question of really, why do we have to do anything?-thing can be devastating.
sometimes i think I am hanging onto my sense of humor by a thread...
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