Soy el burro que toco la flauta. En muchos aspectos. En casi todas sus versiones. Accidente. Curiosidad. Casualidad. Sin querer. Nunca sé lo que hago. Nunca sé lo que digo. Nunca sé lo que al decir hago.
Do not know what I believe anymore. What is here, is not over there. Experience and perception are not universal. Ni una muela nos duele igual, No one to feel one's pain.
Endless contradictions to my argument. Contradictions drilling arguments. Leaving them vulnerable. Rendering them useless. And leaving me staring blankly at the screen with nothing else to say.
As if. They expect people to be neutral, impartial, objective. As if, I repeat. It is about following their logic. It is about the fallacies they cannot escape. It is about argumentative strategies. Condicionantes sustanciales. Construcciones históricas que responden a estructuras de poder. Romper esquemas. Criterios electivos. And I ramble.
