I am not flint or diamond or any of that great hard stuff. If I am stone, I am some kind of shoddy crumbly stuff like sandstone or serpentine, or maybe schist. Or not even stone but clay, or not even clay but mud. And I wish that those who take me for granite would once in a while treat me like mud.

05/18/18

It’s dangerous to stop making things.

05/17/18

Even when the pianist swept down to the lowest reaches of his instrument, Mr. Graves seemed to stay underneath him, a ballast in constant flux, offering only the guarantee that he would listen, and change

04/27/18

I think we are all, including the ‘productive’ people – those who consider themselves as thinking agents – in need of a lot of healing. And I do not mean one great healing. No, we need as many healing processes as there are places and figurations.

04/17/18

Luhmann remarks that when the Faculty of Sociology at Bielefeld University, newly established in 1969, asked its professors to report on the research projects they were working on. His reply was “Theory of society; duration: 30 years; costs: none

04/09/18