yesterday, i had this text on my mind. it was supposed to be about how physical presence bothers me, in a way that seems to disturb the real meaning of the words. i guess that's what virtuality can offer: the chance to revaluate words. when the meanings are so close to their definitions, definitions are worthless. words are worthless when confronted with experience. what's the point of saying, if when you say, it's gone? that's derrida in my teacher's class.

words are possibly an endless and pointless exercise. so non-pragmatic. and i guess i don't really want to decide or move anything now. i want words, and their exercise to the infinite.