I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
This piece is a little poetic recasting of The Visible and the Invisible (Merleau-Ponty 1968 ) and the first line of reflection: "We see the things themselves, the world is what we see".
The foot does see much...
not just the foot though,the sole...
not just the definite article . . . the body I call mine . . . in a very particular somewhere.
as long as I am me, I cannot presume your pane...and I like how you have placed--and interrogated -- this so common assumption of " we " before me...
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The "we" window does tend to block out the actual world of particular bodies in particular relations. I think I can "presume your pane" from that position, but I lose sight of both me and you.And we wouldn't want that, would we? : /