World Series

I often tell my students, now I teach Art at Goldsmiths, that being selfish is better than trying to rely on a version of empathy to extend the sense of what ‘you’ are ‘yourself’ experiencing; some thing in relation to something else, whatever that might be; a view, a gesture, a pleasure, a pain, a smell, a sound or a line of text that seems to speak to ‘you’, but ‘you’ don’t know why, or what that is; something that is already ‘vaguely’ familiar. And almost straightaway it seems ‘you’ want to share this, whatever it is called, that ‘you’ are ‘yourself’ experiencing; something that ‘you’ cannot otherwise put into words, with someone, who ‘you’ may, or may not even know.