So true.

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants. The other is getting it.

(O. Wilde)



I have not become a cynic. I still do happen to believe love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, in some cultures, you know, a chicken.
We can't resist the temptation of dividing the world into categories and sub-categories, or am I wrong, mr Kant?
Today, let me divide it in Who doesn't know what he wants and Who thinks he knows what he wants. In fact, the big difference between the Greek and the Christian sense of tragedy is that, if on the one hand the greeks lived in a guilt-free hedonistic world with a continuous feeling of imminent catastrophe (any myth could be a good example), on the other the christians live in permanent guilt-sense tragedy with a continuous feeling of imminent salvation. Hello, Nietzsche.
Anyway, I guess my personal mood ain't psychogeographically interesting, unless I psychogeographicanalyse my brain.
So let me explain. You know what I'd like to do? Make a psychogeography of time. A geography of time. Mixing the two a-priori categories: space, and time.

Now I gotta go and discuss with the other members of the group our project on Brighton. May not be the spacial analysis of time, but it's a good start anyway.
I didn't re-read what I've written.
My apologies.