when i had brain surgery last month i asked if they could take a picture of my brain for me. they brought my phone into surgery with them and the nurse took several videos and gave me a sticker. now i just have videos of my brain like pulsating with my heart beating on my phone and everyday i’m like.,. i could just post it… anyway here’s the sticker they gave me
jealous as fuck. not of the brain surgery i hope you're alright, but i have never wanted to be in a club so bad.
“I, too, feel the need to reread the books I have already read,“ a third reader says, “but at every rereading I seem to be reading a new book, for the first time. Is it I who keep changing and seeing new things of which I was not previously aware? Or is reading a construction that assumes form, assembling a great number of variables, and therefore something that cannot be repeated twice according to the same pattern? Every time I seek to relive the emotion of a previous reading, I experience different and unexpected impressions, and do not find again those of before. At certain moments it seems to me that between one reading and the next there is a progression: in the sense, for example, of penetrating further into the spirit of the text, or of increasing my critical detachment. At other moments, on the contrary, I seem to retain the memory of the readings of a single book one next to another, enthusiastic or cold or hostile, scattered in time without a perspective, without a thread that ties them together. The conclusion I have reached is that reading is an operation without object; or that its true object is itself. The book is an accessory aid, or even a pretext.”
— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler