[Winter sky today; it seems like a "January sky" to me (despite it still being December)---a bright, oppressive, grayish white. I love how the tree limbs I can see outside my window fracture the gray into many irregular shapes.
Sitting at home, in my bedroom, in bed, with room temperature decaf coffee in my Unemployed Philosopher's Guild mug printed with philosophical quotes (many great quotes, artfully arranged in the graphic design; favorites include: "I can, therefore I am" (Simone Weil); "Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards" (Kierkegaard); "You must let suffering speak, if you want to hear the truth" (Cornel West); "Time is a created thing. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to'" (Lao Tsu); below that one, "The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a NIGHTMARE on the brains of the living" (Marx)... on the other side (the side I don't look at as often, as I'm right-handed): "Ideas are to objects as constellations are to stars" (Walter Benjamin)).
Nothing much going on. Parents are at home with me, as usual. I'm grateful they're here. I have some brain fog and a slight headache.
Quotation from Francois Laruelle's A Biography of Ordinary Man:
"The Other is not that which cracks the I or renders it thoroughly responsible, denudes it, numbs it, etc. – two contemporary solutions that are opposed in a certain sense. It is indeed a cut, but without analysis, a way of numbing the World through and through but without rendering it responsible. It is that which transforms the World into a signal, and this signal function – communication in its most irreducible phenomenal givens – is the final remainder of responsibility [emphasis mine], the effect of a special recurrence of the Other on mixtures which, nevertheless, themselves no longer transcend towards or even as the Non-thetic Other. The signal is the signal of acting only because it is the signal for acting. More precisely, it is a signal for-the-Other, but its signification, which is not empirical or mechanistic but rather transcendental, is fully constituted by acting alone. The dual was already transcendental straightaway, even while including affection by the World as it is: the individual can only reach the World through the individual conditions of the (non-)One that are at once mystical and pragmatic" (217).(David Lynch voice): TODAY, I WAS THINKING ABOUT... Agnes Martin ("With My Back to the World"; grids; "rectangles" instead of "squares" (see Victoria Chang's "Happy Holiday" from her poetry collection inspired by Martin, also titled With My Back to the World))... and On Kawara (Today series; Chang also has a poem inspired by this series)."