Everything here is just a little off.
Like Madison, Utrecht its a college town -- larger but with relatively similar demographics. And so after you've internalized all the obvious differences (the age and architecture of the city, etc...), it becomes possible to feel unwary, if not at home. But then, emerging creepily out of this safety, the strangeness of strangers becomes uncomfortably visible. If you had begun to think of this place as just another far flung state in the union, that young man's jacket is somehow inexplicably inside-out -- or something? This is the sort of low-level body-churning culture-shock that I really love. Anyhow, writing my proposal about clones probably isn't helping either.
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Did you clone this post from Agamben's blog? I'm sure he has one.
J, are they really into the "Bourne" movies over there? Do you think about the bourne movies even more these days? Do the ambulances and emergency vehicles make that weird foreign sound? when it rains does it feel a little like a polanski film? that picture makes me think you're living in a land of high-stakes espionage.
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