Tuesday, March 31, 2026



It's a very strange thing to think of existence, and then to think of oneself as having existed, thinking the body is all of our existence. It's impossible to imagine when one feels oneself as a passenger in the body that is so familiar and also ever so strange, to no longer exist in the way we know of existence. I think Gertrude Stein is in my thinking now and therefore in these words.

 

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