4.5 Coda

In connection to the last blog, it must be clarified that one can certainly go too far into these things; there is a point at which you can become a hollowed out skin watching your blood fill a flea. An obsession. Da capo. Da capo. Da capo. If the flea has more [of your] blood than you, who's to say who's who? Like all things, there is a falling point. And there should be; it wouldn't be any fun without one.


Furthermore, on deathy-ness:

"That is what existence is: facing death, being in perpetual difference from equilibrium....The fall kills us and creates us" (Serres 72).

"Ev: (shoots a dark look at him before speaking softly) Have you ever held something broken before?
Le: (toying with the fabric of the couch) Hm? Like a watch or something?
Ev: no. Something alive.
Le: I--(hesitates) no.
Ev: The body is warmest then, in that moment after it's broken, when it's trying to heal. When it's trying to keep from dying--that's when it's most alive. (turns to face him) You were alive when I found you. I don't know what you were before that, but when you hit the ground, you were alive" (onmyroommate'sbookshelf 60-61).