an epistemology of ontology

Just before bed. That’s when the ghosts sink in. I woke up in terror, as usual, repeated comforting nonsense to myself and went back to bed. I’m back now, the self-flagellation from recent memories of embarrassing encounters. Do you ever talk to yourself? I do.

And now some Derrida before bed. Tomorrow, I can loathe this post in bright sunlight.


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