Private Language In / creasing thought, the self doubles / folds inwards, suppose a private language against the world’s shared grammar — self-authored, a book written for no . one. A page torn away, stains in the margins, a footnote wrongly numbered, the letter ‘i’ faintly printed. Such is the pain of the man who yearns for his whole self between the covers of biography and meets only estrangement.

On the Point of Vanishing Cogito ergo ends with a sum beyond my reckoning: Thoughts add up and multiply exponentially like numbers. I must have miscalculated. It’s what happens when you cannot count on your own mind to make sense of the world. This time I’ll square the root - 100,000 to 316 to 18 to 4 to 2 to 1.4 to 1.2 to 1.1 to 1 - and keep on subtracting 1 to 0.5 to 0.1 … I arrive at a bare fraction of a thought, a mere variable

Thought Putting aside the extensive facthood of properties and things distributed in space, one has to wonder whether existence’s sense of itself -- the subjective correlative of the world at large -- is a prolonged sensation of horror, a horror that exceeds all the little horrors that we (as feeling individuals) experience over and again.

Irrational Numbers In my mind a series of irrational numbers, of non-repeatable fractions without end. Something doesn’t add up. I am divided, incommensurable. I count on my intellect to calculate a solution but thoughts multiply endlessly and without purpose - an innumerable and undetermined infinity indifferent to sense. All this thinking-without-limits is a problem I cannot get my head around.

Thinking Therefore I Am Seeing this house, that tree, the sky – my experience is already in accord with certain classes of thought*. World anterior to thought occluded, excluded. Vision unfree, bound by laws and logic, and I am unfree with it. So where is freedom? Nowhere, for to point to it in terms of there is to think of space. And to think of it in terms of when is to think of time. And so? The solution? Drop the agenda! The self that asks these questions is the self t