AtVttI, ii: you are my blind spot.

now that you have waited it out, b is graciously presenting some new shit! mulling over the blind spot today. theorizing that shit makes me wonder if tunnel vision is any different, and it is. so, let’s socialize the demon. mind you, it’s difficult not to use some sort of concrete historical evidence (and i mean personal history, not some sort of discursive knowledge bullshit); interpret it how you will, since it may provide juice, or better yet, fuel to the fire, or even better, personal notoriety! 

b) blind spot:

there are always warning signs. you divide people into factions and minds into fractions–minimizing the effects of your unplanned actions and subsequent unforeseen consequences. you’re sly though, making those around you feel, unbeknownst to you, different, more, and more aptly, better. you know just what to say, when not to articulate, how to convey with mere gestures and no intellectual posturing. yet, and of course unbeknownst to one, you begin to lose a certain ethic that makes the interpersonal a form of work–a labor full of intricacies and cues, scripts and nuances, complexity and recognition. and that slides into a social malaise; nobody but you can fully resuscitate what it is that is lost. and one is left to ponder, because you remain one’s BLIND SPOT. one is left without cures for your malaise, and left with mere questions. 

with shit always brewin’,

b