Not Tonight, Michel. I Have A Headache.
Instead of watching the Oscars, I finished half of the first volume of The History of Sexuality last night while bedridden from cold-induced fatigue. By “bedridden”, I mean “literally unable to leave the bed”. I came to the conclusion that one should not attempt to read Foucault for the first time when one is:
- Suffering from a sinus headache several hours in the making.
- Semi-delirious due to a slight temperature.
- Unable to remember what “the outside” looks or feels like.
I’ll get back to you on the parts I recall.
