Here I am again, late in the evening. And now you’ll have that Paul Simon song stuck in your head, too. I’ve been tense, my shoulders up by my ears. I keep having to tell myself, “shoulders down, shoulders back.” My mom gave me one of those microwaveable heating pads that rest on your neck and shoulders–heavenly. If you don’t have one, you can fill a sock with rice and microwave it.
Maybe you’ll like this post about Russian Formalism and Defamiliarization as much as I did.
“Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one’s wife, and the fear of war … Art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony.” -Viktor Shklyovsky, “Art as Technique”
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