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Apparently the last blog (Reductionism) was gnomically incomprehensible. It was written after a properly convivial and raucous meal and I suppose I was over-excited by art and company.
The trigger was the tragedy of a great-hearted labrador who took up a stuffed pheasant as a Phantom Puppy, carried it, loved it, then absentmindedly allowed it to cross some mental boundary, conceptualised it as a Lovely Stick and chewed it to pieces then was very sad. I've done much the same thing myself.
Apparently the last blog (Reductionism) was gnomically incomprehensible. It was written after a properly convivial and raucous meal and I suppose I was over-excited by art and company.
The trigger was the tragedy of a great-hearted labrador who took up a stuffed pheasant as a Phantom Puppy, carried it, loved it, then absentmindedly allowed it to cross some mental boundary, conceptualised it as a Lovely Stick and chewed it to pieces then was very sad. I've done much the same thing myself.
posted by Tricia Rose at 9:52 AM
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