Which is where I notice myself losing that crucial distinction (necessary for retaining sanity, perspective, etc.) between what I'm studying and how I comprehend lived experience ... Wallowing in Nietzsche rather than breaking him down and putting him in conversation with his contemporaries and writers since ...
I'm also attempting to inflate the songs I'm listening to, turning them up to hear the detail, ruining my hearing ... Still reading Kafka, as the semester moves on, noticing how it reminds me of being drunk - colours and lights also inflated, moved that bit closer to me, obscuring the space between things, giving significance to everything, it takes up all the space so that it's suffocating - Allowing me to fully comprehend everyone's motives, insecurities, perspectives as I converse with them, Yet somehow getting constantly sidetracked as the there is so much detail and no overall view, no overall direction, just endless detail and the need to digress, so that I can cover all the ground...
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