I was thinking about the subject/Subject question - Althusser, Lacan, etc.
I personified the Subject, and I imagined the Subject - maybe an advertistment, an ad campaign, a poster, a religion - that found no subjects. That sat staring out waiting, hailing, waiting for the answering hail, and recieved no reply, attracted no gaze, structured the minds of no subjects.
WOuld it turn in on itself like a spherical mirror and explode with its own loneliness?
It seemed to me like the loneliest thing in the world.

Imagine, too, a shell, its inward spirals lined not with mother of pearl but with mirror.

And then I stopped mid-sentence, for the--