In the Beneath Language story, all the work around “adjacency” needs to be cut out. There might be something there, since I’m trying to describe the adjacency of my body—being around people, but separate with them as an important aspect of the narrative of my body. Like when I would go to the library at Concordia, sit down at those desks next to 5000 other students, all of us simultaneously pigs at the trough and little workers in the machine; and I would repeat Kierkegaard’s maxim to stand apart inwardly. It’s okay to line up like just another peon, because inside of me a beautiful soul is glowing.
Somehow, this afternoon coffee has made me feel worse.