Wednesday, September 22
In class today, Dr. H talked about a Deconstructionist who says that there is no truth in writing---that one can never trust the author of a text because the moment of writing begins the moment of censorship. I repeat: there is no truth in writing.
(What happened to the mimetic power? )
Then again, it's rather contradictory of me to suspect ALL narratology while still being steadfast in investing in a lifetime of literature.
I'm sorry you hurt. I'm sorry your life didn't turn out the way you wanted it to. I'm sorry that I can't reach you. I'm sorry that I can't fix things for you. I'm sorry you don't realize that everything I do is for you.