there is no practice except by & in ideology
the sun is warm the sky is chill
& many years sooner
silent birds sing in chopped down trees
do i recognise the experience
of awakening as another name
& a-sleeping as another address
“uncanny”: i’m facing me
typing other words than
them. & now it’s winter & the moon.
kisses the earth
“there is no practice except by and in ideology.” Louis Althusser, quoted here.