No time for rumination here at Stanford where the quarter system is something akin to force feeding a goose for academic pâté. And that is how I feel nearing the end of my second ten week stretch - like paste. Scrape me up and take me camping once I’m done…

But I did just come across a great quote, which in my current procrastinatory state I thought worthy of documentation:

Thus in the obscurity of their unlimitedness, bodies can be distinguished only where the ‘contacts’ (‘touches) of amorous or hostile struggles are inscribed on them. This is a paradox of the frontier: created by contacts, the points of differentiation between two bodies are also their common points. Conjunction and disjunction are inseparable in them. Of two bodies in contact, which one possesses the frontier that distinguishes them? Neither. Does that amount to saying: no one?
(Michel de Certeau, The Practice of Everyday LIfe, p127)

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