This article proceeds from my continued exploration of the relations between the subjective and the collective, and from the assumption that the subject, and subjectivity itself, are always a reflection, an iteration, an embodied instantiation of the social universe in which they emerge.

Mi amigo Marlowe tiene cuatro años. Jugamos mucho juntos. A veces jugamos como harían dos niños; nos perseguimos por toda la casa y luchamos.