unduly As I'm reading Roland Barthes, one of the great loves of my life with the master Flaubert, Juan José Saer and Oscar Wilde (all scriptural authorities, as discussed , closely linked to each other ...), I can not think of anything better to evoke one of his brilliant reflections on the objects. I initially was going to start this post by saying something like that the objects chosen for a lead, psychoanalytically, a cut of desire and blah, and in them we were in a crucial, symbolic and encrypted and that - ultimately - one never choose & iacute; to fuck objects of affection. Interestingly, Barthes has a similar opinion about the style is said about him that " no product is by no means an election of a reflection on the literature "and as" splendor, solitude of the writer prisióny "it is terribly, of" vertical dimension of his thought and lonely . " Later, Barthes will guess reading about the subject: " if I believe in the process of being filled, the objetike the first, but it is only speaking falsely. At age 16, ran down the stairs to the subway station nearest to reach A., formerly a project of Zar and psychedelic dreams on the glittering New York, and give an object that had bought under the influence of chance more absurd. I handed him an envelope edge, which contained a vanilla candle. Later, he returned Having been cut me a handful of kanji indomitable accurately. Never lit the candle, even when we were literally the opposite of the world. I thought &; Oacute; suspect once he, with all his might unexpectedly, had not even removed the envelope, then I noticed that there were two candles and what A. reduplicate had done was that I had given him, which was still (and I venture to guess that still remains) forging perfumes.
insist that the initial reference to A. is a fallacy, but this evocation inaugural categorical exemplifies its importance in my life. Episodes could have quoted far more pretéritos, how unthinkable exigíaa the age of 7 years a frozen all-vanilla 'or why among the various coffees to buy M. I stretched outside systematically arms for the French Vanilla Coffee **. Yet another memory I keep very clear: years ago in the days when we undid the fury and adolescence in people's homes, having known only for one or two months, E. said with gentleness: "I will this perfume. Is vanilla. " If I had not found a couple of days old empty bottle of Vitamin CH TMLXC vanilla with hands dusted me under the lights of a shopping mall dichroic would have been sure that the words of E, the sudden arbitration (I think that when you decide things about another is always exercising a rare form of arbitration that becomes almost every time in categorization), would still be floating in the nothingness of the past.
There's still something more. I would say this is a double movement: while the object entry in the system is nothing more than an incomprehensible my opinion, the closure of the symbol (or its crist王 MLXC a tea bag of vanilla represented probably the same as my dumb literary quotes or my recommendations to Borges read) . "I would use, actually drink? (And if he did, what does that represent?), Was it possible to read in the gesture an unfair attempt to transvestism, to make him someone to love through that object, by transposition of what I had loved before? In light of the time seems very clear that there is a fatal contradiction in that sign. While tea and tea & amp; nbsp; not meant to refer to any large, it contains the following idea: when we are face to face respective drinking cups and the only thing between us are convoluted vapors or acaramenladas conversations, all & ndash ; any potential, it was trivial, that coil around a bond of love - will be finished ****. At this latency is added attribute 'vanilla': is there including the strange case
my move was to "give you this sign of fate condemnation of friendship away from my feelings, andwhile I pray, I pray you (my whole paralinguistic is screaming to you!), you become someone confer a candle, a perfume, a tea bag of vanilla & rsquo ;? The case had been in a self-delusion of my mind besieged by literature if it were not, in the final was a promise laughably extracted from the Vanilla Sky ú , unique to the strange case 王 could, or would, answer me. ;
vanilla latte, and ended up concluding that a law appropriated for myself would be, just a way to muzzle freedom involved in my MLXC face another brilliant originality I'm never atopic, but rather classified (as a known file.) "
The Difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense ". CH
