¶ The point arises, somewhere, where perhaps an Apology is required for a blogging philosophy. Philosophy, after all, is traditionally (in that recent tradition) the domain of books.

¶ The blog post is writing brought to the borders of immediacy (the Internet: writing contaminated with speech?) – envoys, dispatched (envoyé) already on the way (inviare) – in blogging’s best and definitive moments…

In time, to write like one speaks: We live right at the heart of the “tele-”, at the heart of the dispatch, “its lack or excess of address prepares it to fall into all hands…” (Jd, The Post Card)

¶ (My) post as the measure of (my) thought – or, a measure, a timing – fragments for the reading life meted out, a/rhythmic readings … here, there … a double-scansion. Me, then you. Head down. Back bent, hunched over a keyboard. Tele-touch.

¶ Interstices upon interstices: collapse time and time reasserts itself.

¶ The philosophy blog is the domain of fragments, in all their “torn intimacy.” Thoughts, then paddings and margins, caesurae… … …