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My life. Blogged.

Given that I update my entries. Already, this means that my life will not be blogged in whole. It cannot be blogged in whole – no one can. And yet, à la Derrida (I think it was in Archive Fever: A Freudian Impression), there is this feverish need to document, to archive, to autobiographise one’s own life. Almost to a madness.

I must confess that I stubbornly hold on the belief that the traditional way of writing things down on paper is more personal, more intimate, more truthful to a person’s life, precisely because it captures in many ways that person’s personality, ways of thinking… and so on, in leaving traces of thought – given again, that the individual does not erase, or white out, the crossings and slips of the pen that give insight into one’s unconscious.

But, here is this experiment! And we’ll see how it goes.