Debbie Foster

The Psychopathology of Everyday Life, like so much of Freud's writing, transcends its apparent purpose and makes a super ordinate point about self-understanding. Small things matter. The humdrum and the mundane are as telling - perhaps even more so - as prizes, major undertakings, feats and exploits. Even something as inconsequential as dropping a

I'm inspired in different ways by languages that are more similar to Japanese and more distant. Sometimes when I look at Chinese, I'm overcome by an odd "lag," like I should understand it but I don't. It almost feels like I'm dreaming.

Our investigation was constantly changing, rather like a dance that led us around the room, an innocent and somewhat clumsy knowledge polka, a wonderment waltz, a blithe ballet of discovery, a hectic tap dance between facts and observations, a questing tango by two dancers who scoured the room, never looking for an exit or a place to rest.

Fluid synchrony refers to the seamless coordination of actions between individuals without the need for explicit discussion. It is similar to the way professional dancers move in perfect harmony on stage. In the task where the children were required to chart the shortest course through a model grocery store, they had to navigate obstacles as

the cosmos reaches back to trick us and fix a far greater outcome: that the ultimate truth must never be known, because once the knower understands that he is the entirety of all things, the universe becomes fatally self-referential and collapses back into a closed spacetime of zero radius with all values headed to zero and all history annihilated.

Fiction, even of the most "realistic" kind, represents what never happened, what isn't, but what maybe yet could be, in a different world than this. It's always moving in opposition to reality. All art is motion, and in motion. A good story goes in a direction that we were unable, previously, to see.

One of the main components of the modern idea of the self is interiority or inwardness, the feeling that there is a personal inner space that we alone have access to.

Creating a useful, accurate picture of something complex and abstract is very difficult. And there is nothing more complex and abstract than the human mind.

In most of our decisions, we are not betting against another person. Rather, we are betting against all the future versions of ourselves that we are not choosing.