The concrete bench was subtly making its presence felt via its hard tactility. Buttocks placed above, the whole mass of my body impinges its weight on the sturdy, steady, stiff, strong, stony...
The dense substance of the concrete bench keeps me connected to the whole system of normal forces, support upon support upon support upon support. Gravity is such a wonder- giving one a notion of ground that one begins to construct what is up and down, high and low, above and beneath- the whole perceptual plethora of the vertical.
I wish that this is the discourse that exists in my mind.
I'm supposed to be filled with awe for structuralist linguistics! A sublime cognitive architecture should occupy my mind now! Rationality of the highest order should organize my thoughts as the schema that the greatest thinkers carefully and scientifically crafted try to penetrate my mind in this vain exercise of reading.
This heavy "book" of borrowed knowledge, skillfully photocopied by acolytes of intellectual piracy, like the concrete bench make its presence upon the skin of my cold lap. Much as well like the subtle heat of the sun which warms my whole body that just came out of a refrigerated space of a conference room makes its presence on me via the realm of temperature. The wind does not make itself less known as it blows my hair and subsequently and antagonistically counters the discourse of heat in my body with a counter-discourse of cool.
Where is the gravity?
That moment!
It's as if my mind is prevented to reach this "high thinking." I just can't seem to understand why!
It's that moment!
Coming from a 3 hour class that discussed the same thing that I am reading in the present, the seeming "physics of thought" that is linguistics, why is it that my mind just refuses to put "gravity" to these ideas? In word, it's tangible presence is undeniable! As I continue...
"My definition of language pre..."
It was dark.
"supposes the exclusi..."
I was with 3 of my friends.
"-on of everything tha..."
I saw him across the pathway.
"-t is outside its"
My vision focused on his facia-
"organism or syste..."
-l expression, it was one of...
"-m-- in a word, o..."
joy and laughter. I was...
"-f everything"
gladdened by empath...
"known a..."
-ic transfer. He noticed my gaze a...
"-s exte..."
-nd smiled at me. I was already smili...
"-rnal li..."
ng so to acknowledge his acknowledgement of my...
"-nguis..."
presence, I touched his shoulders and felt the flesh on its blades...
"-tic..."
beneath his shirt, shaked it to the point that I felt the tenderness of his abdomen...
"-s..."
and let go remembering how those 3 salient seconds forced itself unto my consciousness forever
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