For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins 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.
What dreams of a rock? I mean, what does a rock dream about? – And don’t tell me they don’t dream. [...]
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What dreams of a rock? I mean, what does a rock dream about?<br />
– And don’t tell me <strong>the</strong>y don’t dream.<br />
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