|the book review|
Either I am morbidly ecstatic by what this review (and book) is about or I am morbidly ecstatic about a tangential improvisation I might want to take away from it. I don't know yet. I need to buy this book (and Trigg's The Aesthetics of Decay).
From the review:
For Trigg, space and time are affective categories and not transcendental categories of knowledge. They take their meaning from the lived experience of the embodied subject.