False objects, real dreams

intuition and reason, science and poetry, and the four women who brought philosophy back to life

I have a body of false objects.

The sentence came to me in a dream a few weeks ago and has been rattling around in my head anytime I’m bored, tired, generally quiet. Seemingly nonsense, I’ve tried to shoo it away from my consciousness. But it’s gotten stuck, like all strange lines of (quasi-)poetry do.

Linguistic wellings-up of intuition, dreams, the su…