Just some thoughts | A void

I’m living in a country featuring X. Everybody knows what X is essentially and fundamentally. Yet X is still X. Following common sense, we often set ourselves to a self-filtering mode, even deeming some possible happenings as a kind of impossibility which often amazes some of us when they transpire.

Recently, I had a chance, among others, of seeing that kind of happenings when the seeming impossibility did transpire, in a cinematic form in an overseas context. When making a being in an abode playing a kind of painfully dull quotidian largo consisting mainly of noises and irrationally rationalized silliness which is often clothed as some halcyon air present around here and there, that abovementioned seeing was as if an Aristotelianly cathartic feeling by dint of seeing a kind of mirroring moving images of the abovementioned largo in some screen. That was when, I think, we fell into a Lacanian void which is not necessarily a Lacanian Real which we always know is missing from our real lives and society, but that's a Lacanian-Real-like void which hasn’t been bridged and we at the moment still can’t know when it is.