{"id":903,"date":"2019-01-02T17:11:25","date_gmt":"2019-01-02T17:11:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/generic.wordpress.soton.ac.uk\/skywritings\/?p=903"},"modified":"2020-03-07T23:45:36","modified_gmt":"2020-03-07T23:45:36","slug":"not-about-me-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/generic.wordpress.soton.ac.uk\/skywritings\/2019\/01\/02\/not-about-me-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Not About Me"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cI no longer know where I am. I seem to move around perfectly easily among people, to have perfectly normal relations with them. Is it possible, I ask myself, that all of them are participants in a crime of stupefying proportions? Am I fantasizing it all? I must be mad! Yet every day I see the evidences. The very people I suspect produce the evidence, exhibit it, offer it to me. Corpses. Fragments of corpses that they have bought for money\u2026 Calm down, I tell myself, you are making a mountain out of a molehill. This is life. Everyone else comes to terms with it, why can\u2019t you? <\/i>Why can\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

J.M. Coetzee, \u201cThe Lives of Animals<\/a>\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Photo by Joanne McArthur<\/a>, We Animals<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cI no longer know where I am. I seem to move around perfectly easily among people, to have perfectly normal relations with them. Is it possible, I ask myself, that all of them are participants in a crime of stupefying proportions? Am I fantasizing it all? I must be mad! Yet every day I see … <\/p>\n