expanding and exploring the idea of being in between one reality and the next, and exploring that space, and its messiness.
So, there’s a set of desires which are often unthinkingly conflated with desires like thirst (a desire straight-forwardly quenched). But these desires in fact more closely resemble the structure of a binge, where desire isn’t quenched but reinforced through pursuit, where the pursuit of desire feeds back to create more desire. Every rinse repeat cycle, every additional bite, the pleasure extracted palpably diminishes. But rather than discourage abuse, this impossibility of re-attaining that first high actually compels bingers all the more determinedly into pursuit. Each pursuit makes each satiation less pleasurable makes each subsequent pursuit more necessary. Eventually you ground out in this hungover state, a long tail of instability where the cost catches up and outplaces the (now mostly forgotten) pleasure.