From: Unleesh-AT-aol.com
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 18:48:54 EST
Subject: Re: New Year, Same Old Crap


I have no filters. I do not choose between this or that. I am this OR that,
the sound of the dog barking outside or the sounds of the cars or this reverie
floating through my mind, or the delight I hear in your voice in the next
room, or the excitement of the guests I cannot see but know have arrived at
the party or the feeling of this sheet against my ribcage. I have no filters,
only a field of ors ... or ... or ... or ... or ... or ...

I have not yet ranked nor sorted what comes through my brain, so I am the
entire series of networks, all the floating mobile signifiers, all the
percepts and concepts suspended, sliding across each other like oil.