The Simultaneity of Reading and Writing

A brief entry, for a change.

Whether the page you face is already saturated with someone else's speech, or whether it is stark white and ever-yielding to the deluge of your own speech, your reaction is the same: excitation. A stripping away of boundaries to reveal a terrifying ecstasy of possibility. Falling, like Alice into the rabbithole, suspended in the fall of being-in-experience, endless stimulation.

It's like being tickled by hand you can stop at any time, but which you cannot bring yourself to stop, because you keep thinking you are going to reach orgasm, "jouissance," but it never arrives. The most intense pleasure, the most horrific torture: Being, stripped.

There will be more on this subject.