The self is no match for all of this. It’s a dreamy, hovering, not-quite-there thing. A fabulation that enfolds the intensities it finds itself in. It fashions itself out of movements and situations that are surprising, compelled by something new, or buried in layers of habit. It can become hyperresponsive – touchy, volatile, and tuned in – or it can grow dull with anxiety.
- Kathleen Stewart, Ordinary Affects, 58 (via feelingpolitical)