And so when you think about it from her point of view , like what happened , she's part of the search party , she's looking for the missing tourist , not knowing that she in fact is the missing tourist . So what happens at the moment ? She realizes that everyone's looking for her , right ?
She realizes that everyone's looking for her , right ? Like what , what is it ? The , the search isn't Consummated in the way that is implied by the logic of everyone's use of attention .
To describe the physical uh relationships between anything in the world . Yeah . That's just not the world we live in , right ?
It is the , the string upon which all of my conscious states , mostly unhappy ones are strung , right ? It's , it's the thing that is at the center of my anxiety . It's the , it's , it's the , it's the thing that I don't feel good about .
The fist doesn't get to take that journey as a fist . Right ? Like you don't , the fist doesn't go along for the ride , the fist comes apart .
