Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Somewhere there is a meandering sense of a particular destiny that doesn't seem to bear any relationship with actuality. Am I seeing too much or am I not seeing? The difference has blurred and merged in with the rest of the undifferentiables. All my five senses are strained to catch some sign of the signifier. The sixth unfortunately is on permanent vacation. Significance therefore must remain forever elusive. And I have papers to write and re-write, books to review and theories to analyze. No wonder I am going fey.