Sunday, June 17, 2018

happy fathers day, um, dad.


it's interesting though, that strawson seems to be, or is, anti-narrative. a moment ago as i was peeing i likened that to some other anti, i forgot, then i thought he must have experienced imposed narrative, as a kid, and felt oppressed by it, trapped in it. i've felt that too, and i too felt anti. like anti-dad, anti-capital, anti-authority. then i thought with some embarrassment about religion. i thought atheism was hating god. when it's just no god, like anarchy is just no authority. 
when i was a kid i felt old. now my body is corresponding, but i feel like the kid i should have been.
but it still seems funny to be anti-narrative. it feels like anti implies what it eschews. it seems narrative writes itself and we just try to translate. it seems the best case narrative would be essential, with just enough words to clothe the urgent feeling.

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