I have with “Qarantäne” started. The difficulty is this: I am not allowed to eat myself anywhere. I have in “Belief” proven, that it is possible, to follow a thousand paths into the dead end, out of curiosity and carelessness.
I also have to avoid the problem, because I can no longer cover such distances in terms of strength.
Writing means thinking across borders. But I have severe myalgic encephalomyeltis and can no longer think excessively.
So I try something new, compulsorily: I break off immediately, when I get tangled. I will continue elsewhere.
BUT: tell something, doesn't mean yes, slide over everything, or? It's not called, Just tap everything and thresh away?
So where do I go in and stay??
I cannot answer that question. It just shows me my precarious condition.
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Light blue jeans and gray-brown sweater, red gold hoop earrings. No socks. Bell 8 that.
Foucault: THE ONE, THOSE SUBJECT TO VISIBILITY, TAKES OVER THE COMPETITIVE MEANS OF POWER AND PLAYS IT OFF AGAINST YOURSELF.
(16.4.21)