Timna Fibert

‘What is man if the signs that predate him have such power? A human race has to invent sacrifices equal to the natural cataclysmic order that surrounds it.’ - Baudrillard, America

Something ancient is compressing us into oneness and you’re beginning to look familiar again

The psycho-analysis had been the finishing touch

There are only confusions

A contagious haunting I suspect I am going to think about this collie for the rest of my life

Life does not consider itself useless and vain. Through it, death will go to its death. !!! Jabes !!!

Belated Christmas gift from me (you) to me

‘A rhythm strong, no foe can meet’ vs ‘a sudden shut-eyed look / Backward into the head’

Simultaneously redeemed and humiliated itself in the recommendations

Feel a little bad for it

Well, the rats came back.

“Sharing distress with you is a happy thing.” (Mascolo to Blanchot)

Counterpoint

Can’t stop picturing pure thought defecating the sensuous. Just shitting it right out. Pure thought’s colonic cleanse of all perceptions. Leftover a body of clearest glass. Haunted by this image

Now Shakira ‘Wherever’ is playing but i think that doesn’t mean as much

In pub reading v good Sarah Bernstein Study For Disobedience. Sean Kingston playing overhead. All these beautiful girls feeling as if their skin would burst.

Sometimes it takes great courage to not take an unnecessary nap.

What if I were to read ‘By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept’ over and over and over again every day until the world could only be understood through sentences like these

They’re everywhere fr