Re-reading Blanchot’s essay “From Dread to Language” and thinking of Kierkegaard’s concept of Dread there is a feeling I have of self-obsession. Dread is the ultimate solipsism. Exteriority abandons oneself in Dread and leaves one in a state of irrecoverable and unsalvageable narcissism. The impending doom of an absolute immediate moment that cannot be intervened, [...]
Once upon a time there was a fox. The fox was placed in charge of the hen house. The foxes job was to regulate...
