It took Mediaset fourteen years to realize that trash TV was trash TV. and they shut down Sálvame. Considering how long it took the British crown to realize that the coronation was a carnival, it’s not that long. I was seeing you believe they put a few drops of lysergic acid in my coffee. When it was over, I went to meditate a little to get better, but after III. I couldn’t get the crown put on Carlos out of my head. They were obsessed with it (at least it was a bit of a mess), but it was heavy for me. All the bile of human stupidity was concentrated in that crown.
My physiotherapist, who is a bit of a Buddhist, usually says that you shouldn’t do things with intention, because intention ends everything.
-For this reason? i ask him
You have to do something just because you have to.
I go to his office to get relief from my back pain and he takes my pain but he does it without intention. There is a contradiction there that I cannot resolve. The other day, I asked if I would pay (45 Euros) without my intention to pay, and he smiled as he brought the dataphone closer to me.
“You can pay however you want, as long as you pay me,” he said, “but it would be much more therapeutic for you to pay me aimlessly.”
He put a lot of thought into the matter of intent, and I think that’s right on the inside. For example, I can’t imagine Kafka writing Transformation for any particular purpose. He wrote it because yes, without any purpose, so it turned out well.
I can’t meditate, I said to myself, III. With the intention of removing Carlos’ crown from my head. Let him stay there as long as he wants. And he stayed for two days as he could not meditate as Allah commanded. Although I was embarrassed to walk with him on the street, no one noticed because he was invisible. Also, it gave me some neck stiffness. But two hours ago, at a conference on literature and Valium, I relaxed with no intention of unwinding, and when I came to, it was gone. For not thinking of him. My physiology is a saint.