Forwarded from alcoholic.exe
When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.
“The psychologist is afraid I imagine I know him, and feels debased by this fear. Thus he behaves towards me in a chilly and offhand manner, trying to mislead me about himself to gain ascendancy over me.”
—Daybreak, §303 (edited excerpt).
—Daybreak, §303 (edited excerpt).
Bodies are becoming like cities, their temporal coordinates transformed into spatial ones. In a poetic condensation, history has been replaced by geography, stories by maps, memories by scenarios. We no longer perceive ourselves as continuity but as location, or rather dislocation in the urban/suburban cosmos.
- Celeste Olalquiaga
- Celeste Olalquiaga
Happy Christmas from bad times:
You are the Christmas of the outlaws,
Of those who laugh in disgrace,
Poor buggers who are betrayed,
And children of good race.
You are the Christmas of the outlaws,
Of those who laugh in disgrace,
Poor buggers who are betrayed,
And children of good race.