Saturday, December 19, 2009
Exhaustion seems to be the word of the day. Or is it isolation? I forget. Hard to maintain focus, in any event. In Derrida, or more accurately an account of Derrida I read while riding my stationary bike, there's this notion of taking a walk and encountering oneself. What would one see, experience, in such an encounter, to find oneself so exteriorised? Would one even recognize the sight of oneself,let alone know the sound of one's own voice?