have just come back
since nostalgia
from the lab.
Just as random
charged particles
colliding in a blackbox
neither describe
colliding in a blackbox
neither describe
nor resolve the plot
of anxiety,
what we’re dealing with here
is not
nostalgia,
since nostalgia
is a feeling
that requires a spot
in space and/or
time to which you’d want
to go back. No,
the problem you’ve got,
is worse,
that requires a spot
in space and/or
time to which you’d want
to go back. No,
the problem you’ve got,
is worse,
I'm afraid—and
a whole lot less
sophisticated
than that: it's
your past—not as
your past—not as
want ad, or concussed,
or collectible,
but irrevocably
scalded and
cauterized shut. Think of it as
an Imaginal mic drop.
But to be
but irrevocably
scalded and
cauterized shut. Think of it as
an Imaginal mic drop.
But to be
more upfront:
what you caught
is called
is called
mythlessness. Period. Full stop.
