I read in separate essays a while back that both Swedenborg and Vermeer had the sensation of angels entering through the back of the skull and sort of peering through them. It made me think that maybe my whole ‘aesthetic’ has actually just been an attempt to fashion a well-oiled peanut head-cum-helipad that wud encumber thirsty spirits the least? Anyhow seems to be working.
“The sensation of the eerie occurs either when there is something present where there should be nothing, or there is nothing present when there should be something.”
I was thinking about how Japan rests so gracefully in the center of 4 violently vibrating tectonic plates, almost like balancing a lacquered bud vase in the center of one those old gas lit stove tops. Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m floating when I’m there? Or maybe it’s just the wooden shoes? Or amazing company? Dunno but love y’all sm
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“Bioy Casares then recalled the observation of one of the heresiarchs of Uqbar, that the disturbing thing about mirrors, and also the act of copulation, is that they multiply the number of human beings.”
