Thinking is amateur
Suppose. The world that common sense acquaints us with is not very real … such that what is more real … is what is not the case according to common sense: the more real is to be found elsewhere: in the impossible … Which is the only permissable.
This is the world’s unleavened ground: what is not the case. Impossibility. By analogy, as with many laws of physics. Let’s suppose – but see the world’s logic as answerable to reason.
Quarantine, a subject raised all too rarely, provides the evidence of the ill we suffer and all too secretly wish to publicise as a matter of course in the diminished interstices of the mundane as the sole complaint of the essential human truth, to forward that dream that things would be otherwise were it not needed, but which in any case since it is leaves us choiceless in a paradoxical world of our own choosing.
To simplify.
If I dropped the tray of glasses CRASH with to all outward appearances an expression of perfect equanimity that would demonstrate – I believe – a greater self-awareness and perhaps make it less likely to happen in future that they would be dropped to start with; since perhaps the function of **** is to blame things on fate. So self-censorship = responsibility …
The real thing to be understood however is what have I in quarantine that is itself symptomatic of the illness? In other words, what don’t I wish to talk about but which I should?
Clearly, much of what it is is the past, the same for everybody. Many of those nameless things that happened and that affect me still, but still secretly, still undivulged, even in this era of Freudian self-consciousness, let’s admit it.
