Music cascading from above. I am not sure how much I care, and we are careful not to mention it. Really I can only think about hunger and about my thesis. Obsession is becoming my obsession. I will finish Obsession today, and two Lacan essays. If there were enough hours, I would also read Monomania. Sadly, no. Lacan is destroying my brain via a simultaneous expansion from within and a relentless bashing from outside. I suppose if these forces were equal, like the air pressure in and outside a balloon, I’d be fine. They must not be. There must be some imbalance–I am not eating the right foods and, consequently, I have an excess of black bile. Metonymy, metaphor. Displacement, condensation. Verschiebung, verdichtung. Parallel construction will never die.
