One needn’t know you, Marco (and I can’t say I do, really) to appreciate the fineness of the writing and the sensibility, the sensibility and the writing, that emerge from your coffee cup.
Abraços back at ya from Lisboa! And yes, tool a separate category for Heidegger, but whatever I take the point! I suppose some objects become tools and some tools decay into objects…”like what is my old dead computer doing in that box! How did it get there, and what do I want with it/what does it want with me?”
My computer is unable to update lots of stuff. I bought a new computer several months ago. Every day, Richard says, "Can we open the box today?" I say, "Answer hazy, ask again later." Your piece is a great prompt for the natural history of an object and the way it moves your thoughts back and forth in time and to the sensibilities of those times. Opening the box of your previous lives in the midst of your current life has produced a rich conversation. You are in the "not here" land. Being still in the "this place" land, you find yourself revising your sense of what it may have felt like to be a German you know where and when.
One needn’t know you, Marco (and I can’t say I do, really) to appreciate the fineness of the writing and the sensibility, the sensibility and the writing, that emerge from your coffee cup.
Thank you, Bruce! Also happy that I can count on you to get some of the extra sensibility signals and allusions!
A hug from Hudson. Objects are also tools and extended mind, like the phone I am using to write this note.
Abraços back at ya from Lisboa! And yes, tool a separate category for Heidegger, but whatever I take the point! I suppose some objects become tools and some tools decay into objects…”like what is my old dead computer doing in that box! How did it get there, and what do I want with it/what does it want with me?”
My computer is unable to update lots of stuff. I bought a new computer several months ago. Every day, Richard says, "Can we open the box today?" I say, "Answer hazy, ask again later." Your piece is a great prompt for the natural history of an object and the way it moves your thoughts back and forth in time and to the sensibilities of those times. Opening the box of your previous lives in the midst of your current life has produced a rich conversation. You are in the "not here" land. Being still in the "this place" land, you find yourself revising your sense of what it may have felt like to be a German you know where and when.