My feet are cold

As I sit in my home on Presidents Day, I am reminded by my feet that they are cold. I do not have socks on, but imagine that putting socks on now would not immediately solve the problem of having cold feet; it would take some time for the limited heat they are radiating to turn into a (sole-ful, haha) conflagration.

Instead, I believe I will put my feet into warm bathwater while I read The Mattering of Matter , Documents from the Archive of the International Necronautical Society, by Tom McCarthy, Simon Critchley, and et al.

This text asks us to consider “death [a]s a type of space, which we intend to map, enter, colonize, and, eventually, inhabit” (53).

I’m starting to feel some sensation in my toes just thinking about this.

Benjamin NicholsonComment