I was reading about the political boundaries of semiotics. I was thinking about reincarnation and I was feeling very sad. The boundaries of semiotics include ‘academic’, ‘co-operative & ‘empirical’ limits. As I was reading how Umberto Eco defined all of these boundaries at the Vineyard Hotel, Cape Town, I looked up to see an ‘older’ couple
[SS Beware the lurching movement of time
OS Temper the age definition to slow your own movement of time]
They were sitting on the other side of the window perpendicular to my view of outside. They were [are] a handsome couple.
[SS I am still here
And so are they]
She was wearing a black trimmed green cardigan. Rectangle shaped glasses barely parting a few strands of her neatly blow-dyred hair. I can feel myself wanting to rush through the description so I can get to this realisation.
They will die. But somehow to me they had captured a moment where they cheated all sense of time.
[When are you going to tell them that you have cheated time?
Why because I’m only typing this now?
Yep. And, I might note, changing things as you write1
So is this really notes from Friday the thirteenth?
OS It’s the day that I reflexively recorded my notes from Friday the thirteenth.
Will that do?]
I will die too. Right now I don’t feel I have enough time to read and understand the theory before me. Specifically the book before me: A Theory of Semiotics. I like Umberto Eco, but he is hard to understand. I’m only seven pages in. In the middle of the seventh page I have been stopped in my tracks because Eco says that ‘semiotics is in principle the discipline studying everything which can be used in order to lie’!!