We are in the state of lets say, maXXX mobility. Laura said it this morning, greasy hair off the night bus from Brussels half shifted into my pajamas readying for her nap with her espresso (white sugar, we ran out of milk) while I iced my knee and attempted to think about how I could fanagle my white fluffy feathered karen miller slippers into a library outfit in the cold ish july day in london.
she said, I don’t know how long I really want to stay in Brussels but im not up for moving again any time soon.
we were discussing the situation with her apartment in berlin, where she is subletting it under the premise that she sometimes still lives there with the new zealand couple youth with a fee from her landlord something like 60 euro a month. she describes them as techno-basic.
the situation is it is a bit annoying because she is the in between for things like when the electricity is down in a room and they’ve put up a standstill, that come september they either want to take over the lease or they will move. legit. anyway, i felt a bit skeptical of her giving up her apartment because its a great place and i don’t have the impression that her life in brussels feels satisfactory. we havent gotten into it full yet but i wonder about expressing my reactions or not about staying in a place if you’re feeling ho hum. then she said - i don’t know how long i want to stay there but I’m not up for moving again yet. this i get. moving is
exhausting. homes, tbd.
andré has been struggling with amsterdam, he wants to blame it on himself too but i insist that he remembers me, going 200% on the social front, and feeling similar. and cristina. and beckett. but - where to go. when to go.
my eyes made half moon pools when i told andré it made me feel good that i could be there for him. that he lets me do that. whether it is true or not i feel that he is one of those people who will be around. it was a vulnerable moment and I’m glad i had it. i wish this app would stop auto capitalizing my i’ms sometimes and making my zs ss.
if we can’t be IRL with the few we feel like this about how do we make something else. ok - what/how do we make a ritual to form how we deal with the world. i don’t want a post-internet cultural identity as it is such -
what is the magic of our communication and
how does that turn into site of reprieve, something to esteem to, something bigger and defining.
on the ontology of mind and body, as “an account of embodied meaning that emerges as structures of organism-environment interactions or transactions…locat[ing] human cognition [and meaning-making] within a broader evolutionary framework of animal cognition, in which sensorimotor capacities play a key role in how any animal experiences and makes sense of its world” xii, preface, The Meaning of the Body: Aesthetics of Human Understanding, Mark Johnson
“And if we consider how in non-modern societies, religion syntheses in ritualistic forms the specific ways in which a social group deals with the world - acting as a vessel for their cultural identity - we can understand why the Magi were considered by the Greeks to embody the most peculiar characters of their people” (115, Technic and Magic, Campagna)🝏