if you’ve been following along you’ve noticed that i’ve once again encountered the problem with words, in that that they’re abstract and incomplete and volatile.
every word is both an overstatement (in its inherent categorization) and an understatement (in its representation of reality).
to say or write anything true is arduous.
so instead of my own words what you’re getting is a lot of posts about art and philosophy and poetic things. and the apocalyptic visions of each, but that’s always been the case. these are the things i’m thinking about and struggling with and it’s where my head is (school). and it’s all very disorienting, to sit and read and talk and think about how your self and your culture and society and world is constructed/deconstructed/constituted for hours and hours and days and days.
please forgive the resulting lack of coherence.Filed in autobiographical, blogging, me myself and i | Comment (0)