on our way home...

Smoking a cigarette listening to that Beatles song about "the two of us lighting matches, lifting latches onnn ourrr wayyy back home" + thinking of Lisa. Lisa, I know you're probably not reading this, but I hope wherever you are you are safe. I love and miss you.

Also thinking about duration and the body...Grosz says that the subject's body image is always just out of step temporally with its body. What dyou think of that?

botheration.

me: (some quote from lacan)
my mom: Liv, that sounds like such BS<
my mom:maybe the content is good, but the language sucks. who writes like that?
me: Jacques Lacan, a french psychoanalyst who wrote that in 1949. but it's cos he's trying to break down language
my mom: figures he's french!
me: plus it's a translation. bien sûr.
my mom: he's ruining language!
me: i know! isn't it wonderful?
my mom:why can't he just say what he means?!

teehee.

I'm no longer quite so enamored by my life's work. i just want sleep.