I’ve been hiding in the forest, in the woods. Up in the mountains. In the wild. I hadn’t gone back to town for some time now. Ryan, as I see, has taken care of this place. He proves, as always, responsible and competent. Ever mindful of the many unhomes that, fortunately or otherwise, we share.
[Lone Wolf by Alfred von Kowalski-Wierusz] I guess one can say that there’s a strong, independent streak in me. I hate the schedule that social life forces me to take. I work on my own time, judge my output based on my own standards. I (try to) do the things I want (despite the overwhelming
DeLanda explains in Intensive Science and Virtual Philosophy that “Deleuze is not a realist about essences, or any other transcendent entity.” Nonetheless, he is a realist. “A non-realist can simply declare essences mental entities, or reduce them to social conventions.” Not Deleuze. Deleuze “does not get rid of essences until [he] replaces them with something else” to “explain what gives objects their identity and what preserves this identity through time.” This something else consists (using the terminology of Difference and Repetition) in the virtual, the actual, and the intensive.