Yes! Thank you Luca.
Without categorical boundaries it feels blurry. There’s a cop in my head. Yet I’m just making sound, am just stick-scraping. 3rd-Way-Shitting — Not pooping. Not vomiting. Creating.
It becomes wildly distorted when the cop says I’m doing it wrong. And I develop ulcers and Akira-muscles to maintain postures, measured in days. I protes…