Remembering the dream I had last night,a bee/fly/spider bug was on me, I was frightened and wanted to get it off but everyone else thought the bug was on them too. I wondered who really had the bug on them and how to tell. We couldn't see it.
"...a pullback from a tableau of grocery products arranged on a field of dying grass so that they look like a model of an apartment building complex. At the center is a box of Hollywood Chewing Gum. This and the surrounding boxes are the French versions of the items that filled Andy Warhol’s mother’s shopping cart day after day ..."⸖※
"Maybe an object is what serves as a link between subjects, allowing us to live in society and together. But since social relations are always ambiguous, since my thoughts divide as much as unite, and my words unite by what they express and isolate by what they omit, since a wide gulf separates my subjective certainty of myself from the objective truth others have of me, since i constantly end up guilty, even though i feel innocent, since every event changes my daily life, since i always fail to communicate, to understand, to love and be loved, and every failure deepens my solitude,
since i cannot escape the objectivity crushing me, nor the subjectivity expelling me, since i cannot rise to a state of being, nor collapse into nothingness... I have to listen, more than ever. I have to look around at the world, my fellow creature, my brother. The world alone." 2 or 3 things I know about her.