As Montaigne said, “I constantly disavow myself,” it is impossible to follow my trace, I never write or produce anything other than this destinerrancy of desire, the unassignable trajectories and the unfindable subjects but also the only sign of love.”
— Jacques Derrida, Circumfession (via heteroglossia)
HEALTH - In Violet
[…] I want to do something, say something, a long-drawn-out bellow made up of all words fused into one and reduced to the same magma, intelligible to Lol Stein. I say nothing. I say:
‘I have never waited for anything the way that I’ve waited for today, when nothing will happen.’
‘We’re moving toward something. Even if nothing happens, we’re moving toward some goal.’
‘I don’t know. The only thing I know anything about is the immobility of life. Therefore, when this immobility is destroyed, I know it.’”
— Maguerite Duras, The Ravishing of Lol Stein
Lunar Eclipse (Abu Rayhan al-Biruni, 1019)
daydreaming about absolute passivity
hangover braindead funtime doll
me slumps on the bed and I watch
Dotting Is like piercing tits
Crossing Ts like right-angle hardons
Leaving Es off my THEs
Being sloppy with speed
Increasing the allure of my journalllll
Unsure of the fuckability of my journal though i am actively attempting to amend that.
Tumblr is an unfuckable journal.
This is the flaw of Tumblr.