christopher

It's hairy. All I want to do is sleep, but even that fails me.
Somehow I think of Derrida's Plato's Pharmakon...it's the poison that cures, they tell me. The poison that cures.

My friend Jenn used to have a saying about Nietzche's twist on the adage "that which doesn't kill you makes you stronger..." But it's fucking killing me.