I tried feta for the first time yesterday and I have come to the realization and it makes me really really really thirsty but I enjoy the taste a lot
“When I burn myself on a candle, I spontaneously take the sensation of burning to be in my ﬁnger, not in the candle. I do not touch a pain that would be present in the ﬂame like one of its properties: the brazier does not burn itself when it burns. Similarly, the melodious beauty of a sonic sequence is not heard by the melody, the luminous colour of a painting is not seen by the coloured pigment on the canvas, and so on. In short, nothing sensible – whether it be an aﬀective or perceptual quality – can exist in the way it is given to me in the thing by itself, when it is not related to me or to any other living creature. When one thinks about this thing ‘in itself’, i.e. independently of its relation to me, it seems that none of these qualities can subsist. Remove the observer, and the world becomes devoid of these sonorous, visual, olfactory, etc., qualities, just as the ﬂame becomes devoid of pain once the ﬁnger is removed.”
— Quentin Meillassoux, After Finitude (on secondary qualities)
I dreamed about a boy I used to have a crush on when I was 11.
I apologize to everything that I cannot be everywhere.
I apologize to everyone that I cannot be every man and woman.
I know that as long as I live nothing can justify me,
because I myself am an obstacle to myself.
Take it not amiss, O speech, that I borrow weighty words,
and later try hard to make them seem light.
My ma just scolded my brother for being mean to Siri
All the praise of TS Eliot being an innovator and the founder of free verse and the writer of the masterpieces of modernism (arguable) and the father of symbolism (lbr that was Ezra Pound) is so often heard, and with good reason ofcourse, he was a great writer. A difficult writer - it takes work to piece together his poems. But my favourite thing about TS Eliot is the franticism(?) in his poetry. There’s this nervous, almost neurotic quality about his writing. If I had to associate a gesture with his writing, it would be someone pacing back and forth for hours in extreme distress. The reader gets a sense of the very obsessive, over thought paranoia. It’s enough to make you uneasy while reading it, the constant shifting from one side to the other and then seven more times. He captures anxiety and nervousness so well.