the story goes like this: Master Nansen notices that all of the monks in the temple have been playing with a kitten they have discovered, but this small kitten becomes a source of contention between different sides of the temple, and the monks of the East Hall and West Hall begin to quarrel. Nansen takes the kitten and says to them, unless anyone can give a good reason why i should not kill this cat then i will have to do so. No one is able to voice a reason to save the kitten’s life, and the master subsequently beheads it. Later, when Joshu returns to the temple from an errand, the priest says to him it was such a pity he had not been there earlier, that he might have been able to save the kitten’s life. Upon hearing the story, Joshu takes his shoes off and places them on his head.

“a jouissance and trauma event.” rediscovering wikipedia (she had not been to the art fair, though always knew who was sleeping with whom), an answer, an answer, thinking as praxis. three meals a day, always a vegetarian option. (he’ll be moving to new york soon, G train commute) new word-constructs in the evening make up for things vaguely said, (the athletic body can’t touch his toes, thinking about serenity, sunburned amidst snow) an evening affronting thoughts, but 如果这样呢？ can cultural translation do what you do (a builder bounds up the mountain, jeans torn at the inseams), and would it be offensive——no competitive——his blind light, the other’s parrot, what you didn’t say may very well have been an ideology, too (he smiles so sweetly, nodding, Vertigo). but it moved me, it moved me, almost to toes but not quite yet, knees in pain, and it occurred that simone may have found it a warm-up kind of activity (pick another person in the room, and without them knowing it, follow them, follow them until the signal then try to grab at any cost), but physicality on time-delay is an encounter event, too. though we’re not yet feminist, nor poiesistic, and matrixial, hmmm… if it were so idiosyncratic and marginal, will it still exist in the end? (she said one gets used to the sight of dead bodies, and her eyes turned green) still have not seen Céline et Julie Vont en Bateau but have been thinking about it for years. the years don’t cut it, oh thirty, counting down, cut me out, 放新学的字在桌子上, words with slashes in between (she said he was like a New York painter in the 50s, but he prefers New Brunswick), what works like that , no more fixing up, please, “the possibility with a project is just to try.”

the last weekend, or another day.

saturday, 11am – he is reading after cleaning the table. the weather disrupted his plans again, and now he only wants to stay inside. he was supposed to climb the great wall today, in a bid to fulfill a childhood dream before leaving his dream city. it’s only a former dream city now, after he has lived for a course of time long enough to discourage him with its indefinite sandstorm, its dog shit, its careless coughers. but before leaving he wants to make it to the great wall, not because it’s one of the must-visit places. he used to be a poet, crazy about all the pieces of mao style, and is always waiting for the time, after scaling the great wall, to repeat that famous line: 不到长城非好汉. he always believes if he fails to reach the great wall, he is not a (good) man.

saturday, 11am – he was trying to clean up, or cleaning up would have him. the last days were too much and everything had to go. yet at the same moment that something leaves him, another thing fills or comes to take place, like a fluid machine. he had lived long enough to want to forget, and maybe that would be okay for now, a tyranny of the unexpected newborn child. (“What was/is the purpose of this takeover? Can we accept a notion of ‘perfection’ in the flow of cultural/natural events? Can we presume that there is always a balancing tendancy to the equation?”)he thumps along to the music now, singing and dancing. but what (good) man will this baby grow up to be, a nomad, an anxiety attack?

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a conversation about kotatsu (all the winter long)

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happy! happy!!what’s up! i like kotatu.it is pleasant when sleeping in the kotatsu, and the sweat thus disregardingfully.do you make the kotatsu by yourself? please take care about the burn. i teach the good thing.do you know must item of the kotats.it is mikan. have you ate mikan? mikan is small japanese orange. don’t forget mikan.T>>kotatsu is “yabai” desu yo !i love it too much and decided not to use it in kyoto.kotatsu makes me warm and relaxed, but also sleepy and lazy….E>>hug me hug me it’s cold 冷死了！！！A>>What in the hell happened? You can buy a queen size aerobed at Carrefour its about 120rmb. You already have the blankets.. you can ride out the rest of the winter at our place if you need to.If I come to your place tomorrow and you guys are blue and frozen to your floor.. I’m going to be pissed.M>>kotatsu disaster?It doesn’t work enough?We made new door for room2.We became strong to cold only some.R>>hug desuC>>kotatsu will not replace love hit, fortunately?M>>oh! What happened！？did kotatu break?hug hug for you from kyoto!!（＞o＜）K>>わーーーーー！What happened????Samui Samui desune-.You can come our house to sleep anytime you want !I miss my Kotatsu …Y>>fire!mikan!!fire!!S>>waiting always lasts long.F>>stil hot ttt.

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frozen

it’s just too sad sitting lonely in a cold night like this. go home, dear.

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