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october 2018

Thursday, 18 October 2018

My stepfather is a door slammer.

Friday, 12 October 2018

An entirely different realm

Everyone wants to believe in something. I want to believe in m-theory, one of the theories in quantum physics. M-theory proposes that there are eleven dimensions and ten-to-the-power-of-five-hundred universes, all running in parallel to this one. But only electrons are able to move between them. And yet to me it seems as if, on rare occasions, we get a sense of one of the other universes, like the feeling when you experience déjà vu. It’s a glimpse … or glimmer. And sometimes it’s almost as if you’re presented with an opportunity to sidestep into one of the parallel universes, or we encounter a wormhole and we just fall through it, into an entirely different realm.

I like the word realm’. It contains the word real’, and I believe the realm in which we dwell is culturally determined. It’s the result of our understanding of reality and our belief system, and the history of that understanding and belief system. I want to believe that if we change our idea about reality and how it works and what it is, as a result of a realisation, we can find ourselves in a different realm.

i am here
​ p.60

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

A.L. Snijders : De zinloosheid van het leven

Hij slaat de plank nét mis — en volgens mij doet hij dat meer mij wijze van een soort performance — maar het is wel leuk om te lezen.

Sunday, 7 October 2018

the soles of john lennon’s feet


In Russian there are two words for truth. The one most people know is pravda, which is the kind of truth’ associated with the eponymous Communist Party newspaper, but the real’ truth, the underlying, cosmic, unshakable truth of things is Истина : istina.

Friday, 5 October 2018


more than half a million animals are killed each day to provide meat for humans in the netherlands.

Tuesday, 2 October 2018


there was a long, sad story in de volkskrant magazine last weekend about my favourite writer in het nederlands, maarten biesheuvel, 84. he has not been well. for some reason i thought he’d overcome his madness, but apparently not — and he can’t write anymore.

here is biesheuvel at the height of his powers : het wonder from 1995, which begins :

Vader; je bent nu dood, maar deze geschiedenis herinner je je nog wel: Het was een wonderschone dag toen jij en ik op stap; op vakantie gingen.

Father you are dead now but you’ll remember this story: It was a beautiful day when you and I went away on holiday.

(apologies for the inadequate translation — and for taking the liberty of removing the extremely idiosyncratic punctuation :p)

Monday, 1 October 2018


i had a nice interaction with someone in australia. i was talking to my bank and when they were spelling out my postcode they said K for kangaroo?’ it sounded so lovely. at the end they asked, is there anything else i can do for you? and i said, can you say kangaroo’ again? and then they said it. it was quite moving 😢


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