Friday, September 18, 2009
play we saw last night (which had one of the greatest sets ever: thousands of jars filled with pencils, men, wood, string, animals, letters, houses, curtains, and dirt) so often insisted) and i am here, wearing blanchot. i don't think about what it says so much,--instead, i think about what wearing it means. what does it mean to wear text like flowers in your hair? also, i finally got a bicycle helmet. m and i were talking about painting the bicycle to match the helmet.