I'll take that: "knowing, going with the distortion," remember "as-is"? even not knowing, not glorifying, but as we are animals, dreaming thinking too much burning a house in thought painfully which is not this house domestic as mundane, mundanity or ordinary. as a private joke, a keeping of house how will it change? the mind thinks over the course of a year The pics you posted, my twisted cactus, an oar, toothbrushes and aspirin; two printers, a Netflix in the basket, and a painting of naked Calafia sitting on a giant armadillo. This is home Random lines from my bookshelf: Given that, once again, the "reasonable" words--to which in any case she has access only through mimicry--are powerless to translate all that pulses, clamors, and hangs hazily in the cryptic passages of hysterical suffering-latency. Then.... Turn everything upside down, inside out, back to front. Rack it with radical convulsions, carry back, reimport, those crises that her "body" suffers in her impotence to say what disturbs her. --Luce Irigaray, Speculum of the Other Woman, p. 142.