The notion of counting arises out of our intuitive experience of time that allows  (more…)

How does it come?

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Yesterday I saw a chafer, einen Maikäfer, and this after quite a hard winter. How does it come?

It was a first for both of us. I sensed your difference, your queerness. You had never dared to cross-dress in front of anyone and I had not yet been exposed to anything trans-. When it was dark and silent, hidden from the eyes of the world, you’d transform. Huddled at the back of your father’s shop, I watched in awe and wonder. You feared the streets, both full and empty. Finally, we walked out together.

doch nicht Ereignisse (allein), jedenfalls nicht in der Rezeption Whiteheads von Deleuze in “Die Falte”.
Was ist eigentlich ein Whitehead, ein Weisskopf? Ein Schweizer im Schnee?