School starts soon (quarter system). I returned from the retreats. And I'm finishing an essay called “Ecologocentrism: Unworking Animals,” for SubStance.
All feeble excuses for my not yet posting my final thoughts on The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
They're about the sheer “thereness” of existence, its density—what “world” subsumes and half erases. And its relation to intimacy.
I've been getting some excellent feedback on my first draft of The Ecological Thought.
The SubStance essay is a study of Solaris, the incredible science fiction story of a psychologist's encounter with a radically other mind.