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before salt mine

Man I love INTELLECTUAL STIMLULATION!!!! But as soon as I say that, as soon as I even hear the word intelllllllllllllllllllllectual, I think of fanon and how he said intellectualism is a trap. And it really fucking is, because look at all these motherfuckers here at the james joyce symptosium talking about colonialism and shit and just likkkke talk talk talk talk talking,,, and then this bisexual lady was telling me about how she’s in a finnegan’s wake reading group and they once spent two classes talking about whether a comma ought to be italicized, or what it means that a comma is italicized, and tttthat was a group of scholars, experts in the fieldddd as it were, and they’re spending all this time talking about a litterralll fucking TRIFLE!!!!!!!!!! TRIFLE!!! Like really bro..... what the hell are we doing? rewind Man, the knicks really won, and just like that the hype is over. there’s not really even anything else to say on the matter, is there? They won, and..... now what? I imagine the post-win depression must be starting to hit right about now. Like imagine it... your fifteen minutes of fame..... and then, just like that, over in a fucking flash... IN A FLASH!!!! IN A FLASH!!!!! and now you’re like... wait, but where did all that attention go? There’s no more attention anymore. As far as I’m concerned it’s a proper void that’s going to be created now. They’ll never get that feeling back, the one where you’re said to win the game, game five of the series, after a record-breaking, history-setting, phenomenal thing........ you know what I’m saying? Lord, remind me to, uhhhhhhhh, remind me to not only wake up ██████ in nine minutes but also tell her that my parents said hi. Non-grasping: I feel like it’s one of those things where you think you know it and then it’ll really reveal itself to you. Right now I feel like I’m feeling how it feels to actually stop grasping, and it feels really good. it really actually feels really good like oh mmmyyy godd i could simply not think abouttttt how to plan my next move and shit... craazy I never knew aboutttt uhh what’s that country called, that language... not Turkish but... fucking........ burkish??? Oh my god dude I’m soooo colonial. I can’t even remember who’s getting colonized by turkeyyyyyyyyy——buresmese... it’s not burmeses.... it’s fucking.... Anyway. Colonialism is the thing that makes me take the notion of a nation as a given. The notion of a nation is not a given; it’s not real, in fact, at all. It’s not real!!!! There are no nations. But there was this dude who was translated ulysses to this language.... fuck dude I should know what it’s called. KURDISH!!!! Anyway the point is I never knew turkey was a colonizer and that they were doing this shit to some other country like I didn’t know I actually didn’t know, so now I know that, and now I start to see language.... i see language more clearly, and i seeeeee pieces of writing as monuments to language. Like right now, this, what I’m doing here is a momununment to the englighshshsh langugeage. It's cool to be around all these people who care so much and pay so much attention to language, only to realize like wait you’re actually, uhhh, what’s the word, you’re actually... the scope of time is such that who gives a fuck. Anyway what I was going to say is it’s cool to be surrounded by alllll these language aficionados. it’s sorta, uhhhh, what’s the word, anyway, what’s even the word, is there a word, is there even a word for it? I’m not quite sure... I feeeeel the specter of auschwitz in the future haunting me right now in the present. And its future haunting is a result of its past... so yeah, situating all these different temporalities blah blah whatever. specter Now it’s time to wake up ██████ and go to the salt mine. What the hell sure. here we go!