Anonymous Artist, Kongo — Nkisi Nkondi (Power Figure) [wood, iron, pigment, ivory, nails, cotton, ca. 1875]
Bedridden (actually just laying in bed) thinking about a man I should not be thinking about. In the fucking trenches rn.
Watching a play with a couple in front of me being affectionate with each other in a very respectful and discrete way, that in no way warrants any criticism or affects the experience of watching the play, but on the contrary, elicits a sort of understated awe and admiration. Should I kill myself?
Excerpt from Latour’s An Inquiry into Modes of Existence, 352
How one produces oneness with multiplicity in the political Circle, phantomatically, provisionally