i stand back, watching my sneering Self squirm on the pavement. i wonder whose rain drove it out of the warm, safe mud. my vision flips, unwillingly, and i’m looking up at the Observer, angry and afraid. my vision flips again, willingly, and i smile at the wretched creature. i consider making it rain again.
Patterns: mind
Pharmacogenealogy
What forms of subjecthood and subjectivity are available to us? The question should not be, what is the “modern” subject or what is “modern” subjectivity, but rather what forms of subjecthood and subjectivity—what ways of being and of being with—are made possible in particular practices and sets of practices? We should be looking for multiple, …
Travel
Genealogy, rhizome, self. Stuttering movements from star to star, island-hopping between isolated statements. An impossibly dense field of thoughts, lives, meanings, and things. Navigational equipment doesn’t work in a space that flows. All we can hope for is skilled improvisation, a kind of strategy that is light on its feet and doesn’t hesitate when the …
