i am wary of responsibility in the sense of being obliged to respond and the proper name commands response.
i can think of a dozen reasons why i dreamed about this.
i still don't know what i was thinking about while eating indian food. sometimes i wonder what happens to the self that is not remembered. that moment thinking whatever it was i was thinking is now consigned to oblivion so in some way some momentary way i have died. the i that continues is a bare thread remembered haphazardly and fragmentarily while i die a thousand deaths a day.