write every day
In the carriage men come and go
Talking about a TikTok woman who reviews toilets according to their suitability for snorting cocaine
It would be easy to despair, too easy
To retreat, await the next train, the next world
We are sitting, for example, in the tasteless station of some lonely minor railway. It is four hours until the next train arrives...Heidegger is so bored, he doesn’t even feel like reading.
Boredom was such exquisite anticipation; acceptance of the gap between this world and the next
Boredom is secular contemplation
We used to read standing up
We used to not read at all
And it’s a shared stupidity after all…
….the great temptation
the rain that dissolves
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what’s good in you is good in me
what rates toilets according to their suitability for
not the drugs, nor the toilets, but the sharing
A regret is just another story in which you would have done the same
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And everything is health
In the pharmacy you imagine an advert
death health
and there we are
And at least you know who your friends are
At least? At most!
How many people can say that
And one or just the birds actually well all the birds actually
And you saw two pigeons kissing or maybe one was trying to wrench a nut from the other because it’s all mimetic in the birds too
And afraid of losing nothing you know exactly what it is you are and what you are
And all the great categories of being, well what were they
Being staying going no
ising, mini-maxing, thingness, relating, hereness, timeness, positions 1-99, having, busying, suffering, something along these lines
And de Maistre says Nothing is plainer to man than the existence of two opposed forces which ceaselessly battle in the universe. There is no good that evil does not defile and debase; there is no evil that good does not restrain and attack…Human power extends perhaps only to removing or combatting evil to free the good from it and to restore to the good the power to grow, according to its nature…
It is difficult to change things for the better
super glue, cold sore cream, shallots, mustard seeds, still water
Father forgive
And you go for a run
You have the shoes and it’s free
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the fertility has gone from my hair
the serum that vivid golden desire that hook
everything diminishes
the relief contemplation memory accept affirm the strength in passivity
I say bruja to the woman in the hairdresser nothing soft this is good
well the flies are gone the damp is back
the cards are blue adjustment truce power
and my father has opened up the mouse for the boy
just as he did for us
and in the end the little universe gets left out for the owls