No thing has smelled like my sister just coming out of the bathroom since my self was little. It was a bitter smell which at the time was asumed to be the universal smell of all pubescent women. The truth is that it is inextricably associated with other things as well. Admitedly, if the smell came across the olfactory apparatus again, it would be greeted with much nostalgic pleasure. It is fitting that she is such an amazing and power figure. Everyone agrees. not sure if she´s retained any bit of that scent.
Funny how my gaining on her in height (what age 13, 14...) was not only a non event, there is no memory of the awareness.
True events always involve a 2nd party´s participation (readers of Hegel and Bakhtin will doubly understand).
¨Baby, if I could just convince you to hold up this plastic cradle for the symbolic sacrifice of the nostalgia of adolescence that I have just birthed, our diaspora would set its course.¨
You´d be amazed at how many people show zero interest in the notion of a potentially new culture lying within each individual. Or no you wouldn´t. The amazement is mine.
But what about the notion each set of two individuals containing the seeds for a potentially new culture?
The funny thing is that this particular loftiness is not coming from someone who is miserable in his resistence to accept the world as it is.
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