15 June 2017


(the) coffee tastes round —2016dec05


i do not like the way the world feels with long (finger) nails. —2017jun15

12 June 2017


"The house, quite obviously, is a privileged entity for a
phenomenological study of the intimate values of inside
space, provided, of course, that we take it in both its unity
and its complexity, and endeavor to integrate all the special
values in one fundamental value. For the house furnishes
us dispersed images and a body of images at the same time.
In both cases, I shall prove that imagination augments the
values of reality. A sort of attraction for images concentrates
them about the house Transcending our memories of all
the houses in which we have found shelter, above and be-
yond all the houses we have dreamed we lived in, can we
isolate an intimate, concrete essence that would be a justi-
fication of the uncommon value of all of our images of
protected intimacy? This, then, is the main problem."
- Gaston Bachelard, the poetics of space. [3]

"Of course, thanks to the house, a great many of our mem-
ories are housed, and if the house is a bit elaborate, if it
has a cellar and a garret, nooks and corridors, our memories
have refuges that are all the more clearly delineated. All
our lives we come back to them in our daydreams. A psy-
choanalyst should, therefore, turn his attention to this sim-
ple localization of our memories. I should like to give the
name of topoanalysis to this auxiliary of psychoanalysis.
Topoanalysis, then, would be the systematic psychological
study of the sites of our intimate lives. In the theater of
the past that is constituted by memory, the stage setting
maintains the characters in their dominant rĂ´les. At times
we think we know ourselves in time, when all we know is
a sequence of fixations in the spaces of the being's stability
-a being who does not want to melt away, and who, even
in the past, when he sets out in search of things past, wants
time to 'suspend' its flight. In its countless alveoli space
contains compressed time. That is what space if for."
- Gaston Bachelard, the poetics of space. [8]