For a long time I’ve resented my inability to remember, ie. if I do not take notes, my life does not exist — but I understand simply now, thanks to Hass, that this is a gift too: that one is able to pass their world through the “cloud chamber” of language, such that it emerges on the other side “charged with desire”.

That is to say: the note-taking is not a substitute for memory. The note-taking is an act of transformation. More than life itself, it is the singular thing that ties me, us, you & I, to our compulsion to live.

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Our desires are distinct because we name them.

From an online inspirational quote generator, slightly re-worded:

With the self-annihilation that sentimentalism brings, you cannot find eroticism.

The sentimental feels deceptive but the erotic feels honest.
Sentimentalism as self-erasure, etc.

I wrote a long thread on this yesterday but I'm too lazy to move it over.

Pretty feelings are uninteresting not because they are uncreative but primarily because they are dishonest.

12/01/2022