For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins

Or a massive tattoo of a shark bite scar spanning the
left hand flank of a skater. What fucking arrogance.
Or that sentence preceding the mosquito bite fullstop...
Or there’s evidence enough to prosecute, I should
think. You have a case.
Or she stands at or near the beginning of creation.
Or, to reiterate, and somewhat simplify: Firstly, the
posterior commissure. Then, the medial forebrain bundle. Followed
by the appearance of the mammillothalamic tract. Out
of the blue, more or less. The stria medullaris thalami! Somewhat
gruesomely, The axons in the optic stalk as a kind of GAS-
TROPODA! Inevitably, the external capsule appears. (I say inevitably
with a certain FATALISM.) Stria terminalis appears.
Then, dramatically, the optic axons INVADE the visual centres.
The internal capsule, DRENCHED. After sixty-three weeks of
this, fornix – tragedy inscribed on its face. The anterior commisure
enters, similarly shaken. Hippocampal commissure assuages
as best it can. Then corpus callosum. Only at this point:
the eye opening, easy as you like. (Ipsi/contra segregation in
LGN and SC).
Or, really, I suppose that the main terror of ‘The Murders
in The Rue Morgue’ is the brute physicality of the ape. Its
musculature, etc., untethered, so to speak. Also, that *scraping*
that goes on with the razor! Gnarled, orangutan palms proffering
the cut-throat razor, handing itself in. Or simply hurling
the waif-like frame out the window.
[...]
Or, described as being part “ocular bat”, part “unusual
hoon” and part man. Cruelly.
Or those three distinct phases: the reptilian brain, the
limbic (mammal) brain, and the neocortical (human) brain.
Before that, it’s impossible to discern any BRAIN at all. Simply
convocations of matter. A rock, sat heavy inside my skull.