{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

To Herr Kaspar and Senor Raul,

My coughing has stopped for the moment. I took some medicines prescribed by  a doctor I contacted online. That’s saved me a lot of time and it was cheap too.I hate going to hospitals.I feel that the time is slipping away way too fast. Its Saturday and the next thing I know, its Monday already. They say most of the suicides are committed on Wednesday. Didn’t Keynes say that by this time of the century we would be working for just a few hours in a work week? Well, for all his intelligence, he turned out to be wrong.

Cioran was from Romania but lived most of his adult life in France and wrote all of his books in French, Beckett was from Ireland and he also lived in France and wrote in French. Kafka lived in Czech speaking region,but wrote in German. Herr Kaspar is, ethnically, a German, but his family has been in the US for quite a few generations now and so he writes in English. It’s all mixed up,muddled up,shook up world ,isn’t it?









I have been studying Functions. I find the topic challenging and yet not so intimidating that I cannot comprehend it. My parents are talking about money and buying new household goods all the time. They have a good slave in me.Yes, but I like to read Cioran.Its only now that I have beginning to understand what he really meant.
On the telly, the whole day long, they are running storing about India Pakistan tussle and my father loves to watch them and root, obviously, for India. I am not bothered about the news much. I’d rather do some maths,read Cioran.
The prescription drugs in the body have stopped the coughing fit that started about three weeks back but have made me slightly jittery. Well, I will take the jitters over the coughing fit.Herr Kaspar is right. If could stick with maths for a few years and remain away from alcohol, I would have a treasure trove in my mind. Its uncanny because right before Herr Kaspar wrote that post about remaining away from alcohol,I had been thinking of liquor. Whether it was the coughing fit or something else which made me think of alcohol, I don’t know. But yes, it was uncanny.
I had a few dreams last night and would write about them in the germane section