May 15th, 2009
Last summer I was going to get the Borromean knot tattooed onto my leg. I never have really wanted any permanent ink on me, but for a brief period of time it seemed like a great idea. Granted, I was at an age where I was romanticizing everything, but there was something wholly beautiful in thought about getting something so Lacanian put onto my body. I guess I’ve become much more cemented in the Real since then. Some things don’t change though. I still ‘don’t believe in the big Other’.

Last summer I was going to get the Borromean knot tattooed onto my leg. I never have really wanted any permanent ink on me, but for a brief period of time it seemed like a great idea. Granted, I was at an age where I was romanticizing everything, but there was something wholly beautiful in thought about getting something so Lacanian put onto my body. I guess I’ve become much more cemented in the Real since then.

Some things don’t change though. I still ‘don’t believe in the big Other’.