I ride the NYC subway trains, usually in the evening when the seats are full. I focus on the shape of the space between the person sitting next to me and myself. I attempt to mentally and emotionally re-sculpt that space. In my mind, I reshape it- from the stiff and guarded space between strangers to the soft and yielding space between friends. I direct all my energy to this space between us. When the space palpably changes, and I completely feel like the stranger sitting next to me is my friend, I rest my head on that person’s shoulder…
“Man wants to be loved for what he truly is; …
This, however, is … what a woman doesn’t want - and is this not yet another confirmation of the fact that woman is more subject than man?
A man stupidly believes that, beyond his symbolic title, there is deep in himself some substantial content, some hidden treasure which makes him worthy of love
a woman knows that there is nothing beneath the mask”
— Zizek [on maturing into full subjectivity and the void at its center by giving up the illusion of authenticity] (via jujutsu-with-zizek)