又蠢又丧,活在梦里

this interiorisation of things ,this taking into us of the world,of all of that stuff out there  which is not ourselves.It happens all the time ,continuously ,in art.And its result it a different order of understanding,which allows the thing its thereness ,its outsideness ,its absolute otherness.Such understanding is wholly individualistic ,yet profoundly democratic.Every thing has its own place its our own space,which it inhabits utterly.

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