The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living
It's cold dence dry. I feel alone even though im surrounded by the wast amount of people circulating around everyone in its line in order. Guided by the human made path moving on lines like robots trying to make it to the next day.
— “Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.”(1)
This idea that it was merely a pretence of wickedness spoiled her pleasure.(2)
Joy echoes in the air.(3)
But no, it's just trouble, trouble, all the time.(5)
“We do not have the same relations to reading, writing, images, space, sex, the body, the night, the sun, pain, as we had only ten years ago.(6)
Hell, the life of fools, the life of the mad, hell, life sick of itself.(7)
It is an almost universal disease hate for hate.(8)
In school we learnt that hate breeds hate!(9)
They’re designed to avoid a catastrophe, where you give somebody a drug and they die, or they get more sick.(10)
If she makes the wearing of mourning sound, very often, like neurotic rituals of compulsive obsession, then there is nothing like a good, strong dose of the reality principle to clean the air.(11)
It was a poisoned dose and a large one.(12)
What will happen next?(13)
What softens the heart of a man, shipwrecked in storms dire, Tried, like another Ulysses, Pericles, prince of Tyre?(14)
I prom-mise. I p-promise.
Don't trust the teller, trust the tale.(15)
Her desire, does not enter the picture at all.(16)
But this desire seems immediately struck by a strange powerlessness. (17)
The air hangs motionless and black night broods over a sluggish world.(21)
In one case the soul is sleeping, in the other more or less slumbering; but there is always darkness, perpetual Cimmerian darkness.(22)
Yes, from the point of view of the human race. No, from the point of view of the individual. Progress is man’s mode of existence.The general life of the human race is called Progress, the collective stride of the human race is called Progress.Progress advances; it makes the great human and terrestrial journey towards the celestial and the divine; it has its halting places where it rallies the laggard troop, it has its stations where it meditates, in the presence of some splendid Canaan suddenly unveiled on its horizon, it has its nights when it sleeps; and it is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken that slumbering Progress. “God is dead, perhaps,” said Gerard de Nerval one day to the writer of these lines, confounding progress with God, and taking the interruption of movement for the death of Being. He who despairs is in the wrong.(23)
Emission always goes out of a certain point and spreads its waves throughout its environment. At first it is very clear where and how the signal is sent but the further it moves the more it's being changed and diffused until it clashes with another signal. At this point the fusion of 2 or more subjects is being created. What happens in those moments and which subjects are fusing?
Rubber dinosaur heads, fish-faced monsters, and plastic princess crowns?
Implicitly described, the men were at the women’s service at all times, being used as furniture, transportation, or simply objects of pleasure.
(1)Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
(2)Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol V The Captive The Fugitive
(3)Youngquist, A Pure Solar World Sun Ra and the Birth of Afrofuturism
(4)Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
(5)Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
(6)Watson, Guattaris Diagrammatic Thought
(7)Serres, The Birth of Physics
(8)Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
(9)Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City
(10)Holen, Etops Headache
(11)Carter, Shaking A Leg
(12)Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
(13)Carter, Shaking A Leg
(15)Carter, Shaking A Leg
(16)Carter, Shaking A Leg
(18)Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology
(20)Marx, Collected Works
(21)Seneca, Complete Works
(22)de Montaigne, The Complete Essays
