Peretz & I are both quite wet.

Out on rainy morning walk, taking snapshots when it wasn't raining too hard, thinking about how people often substitute exaggerated self loathing for substantive self criticism, it's easier, tends to focus on supposedly essential characteristics of the self, precludes change as a response. People, live people anyway, aren't like tables and chairs, they're processes, swarms of them. Any treatment of people as being absolutely one way or another is always partial and false, premature hypostasis, until it's too late.

Tired of being treated as a dead thing, thinking of others treating themselves that way. It's not any fun & it's not how things are.

Drinking more coffee.