redundancies

lines consist of an infinite number of points; planes an infinite number of lines; volumes an infinite number of planes, hypervolumes an infinite number of volumes

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there is no perception which is not full of memories
with the immediate & present data of our senses
we mingle a thousand details out of our past experiences

the passage from affection to representation remainds wrapped in an equally impenetrable mystery
because once again you will never find
in internal states which are supposed to be simple & unextended

any reason why they should prefer this or that particular order in space.
and finally representation itself must be posited as an absolute:

we cannot guess either its origin or its goal.

technical images:

it's rain rain that you can still taste if only there were something like that

it's over. it ended a long time ago
it's over. it ended a long time ago.
it's over. it ended a long time ago.

in search of fragments: paulfrombible@protonmail.com

• 1: if recollection is regarded as a weakened perception, perception must be regarded as a stronger recollection
• 2:memory, inseparable in practice from perception, imports into the past into the present, contracts into a single intuition many moments of duration
• 3: and thus a twofold operation compells us, de facto, to perceive matter in ourselves, whereas we, de jure, perceive matter within matter

the future: of course i miss it but it's gone – there's nothing to be done about that just find a suitable replacement rewire the circuit without a sodering iron without spilling blood on the sink itsokayifitsspitplugthedrainanddrunkyourheadunderandwaituntilyouneedtocomeupforabreathandyourchestgetstightandyoufeellikeyoucouldendtheworldifyouwantedwithourpupilslookinglikemoons and then a gasp. it's unfortunate how predictable things are. things will keep falling apart. slowly. there's time for things to happen while you dance in the debris. it won't be the same. you can't escape – you can you might you will – there's cappadocia. you saw medea walk there. and it was a sound uttered in istanbul. before you puked in the taxicab. another redundancy. if you hadn't have boarded that flight things would be so different. if you hadn't have booked that flight things would be so different. a ripple in reality. tearing the bedsheet to make a tourniquet. bleeding out onto the bed. as we should

credits: the words of a little gnat, a link 2 sounds: https://soundcloud.com/genevieve-aldama/leather4ever, God in all his glory, suspending my being in the center of it all – i float from my soul, you float from yours, a center all the same, an unknown heart, the whisper of another ghost i'll never know