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Very slightly on the road to leaving the 21st. I'm so rooted here, do desperate to leave, that I worry about surviving. Surviving the move I mean. Like an invasive cancer that holds your veins together, that will kill you, but if removed will also, maybe, kill you.
The emotions of a four-year-old are a schizo rollercoaster. Hysterical laughter so quickly into desperate tears. The Sad Face. The Terrible Face. The capacity for wonder. Deleuze, I believe, was sad that in French there is no word to match the English 'wonder.' I am sad that adults, mostly, hold onto wonder as a memory. An embarrassment even. Maybe you can still wonder alone. With no mirrors.
I must attempt to write here again when I've got more of an idea of something to say. I'm watering the plant today, just keeping it alive.
The emotions of a four-year-old are a schizo rollercoaster. Hysterical laughter so quickly into desperate tears. The Sad Face. The Terrible Face. The capacity for wonder. Deleuze, I believe, was sad that in French there is no word to match the English 'wonder.' I am sad that adults, mostly, hold onto wonder as a memory. An embarrassment even. Maybe you can still wonder alone. With no mirrors.
I must attempt to write here again when I've got more of an idea of something to say. I'm watering the plant today, just keeping it alive.