gregoire ausgraben is terrified. he seems to have come to a vibration level where every gesture absurdly seems like a gesture of pure survival. there is nothing else left than a (traumatized) mind controlling a destiny. there is no love. there is no sacred space. there is no heart. there is nothing. there is only this mind that, i remember, an Indigenous academic in t'karonto said is "death". i will try to remember the name of this woman speaker. 

day after. i found her name: Christine Migwans and the talk i heard from her in 2017 was entitled "Why Indigenous Knowledge Matters: Creating New Moral Fabrics in Settler Colonial Societies".

should i read Nietzche?