24/06/2024 - 26/06/2024 [the eternal masochism of the middle ground │ oh jurors │ Kant-Wittgenstein-Žižek-Augustine]

24 06 2024 morning

‘I love you for who you are,’ etc. Herein not the “slow cancellation of the future”, but simply its total demolition. Sincerity as the vanguard of death.

Her body, the working classes; the rain, the means of production. The relationship between them, the, uh, history of all hitherto existing society –

Proust, for whom the “stages of grief” are strictly spatial –

Kierkegaard to God: “but have you tried looking at me from over there? Or from over there?”

Like the archetypal counters of sheep, but what they count off is a series of perfect arguments as to why sleep is impossible for them. When these arguments finally slot together into a watertight whole – they’re asleep.

To love is a change not in tense but in voice: e.g., from first person to second, from third to first. Pick what you like, the only requirement is change.

Similarly, to move on from love requires retelling your life in the voice of negative-you, or negative-they, or negative-I (pick what you like, the only…