A few minutes have passed by since I have completed this rather captivating documentry. Damien Jurado's Cloudy Shoes gently playing on my meadow of inscrutable emotions, yet again a gush of winds swifty comes my way, somewhere from the distant wild west, with a foul intent of engulfing my tottering self it's hollow mock. Reminding me of Derrida, he was giving a brief statement about biographies being external to traditional philosophy. He goes on quoting Heidegger's response when someone asked him "what was the life of Aristotle?". Well the answer is very simple , "Aristotle was a philosopher. He was born, he thought, and he died. The rest is pure anecdote."
