I want to ask something I’ve been turning over for weeks now, and I think a meta-thread is the only honest place for it. How has your relationship to sisuon’s writings changed over time? Not which piece moved you most, not your favorite passage — but the actual shape of how you hold these texts in your life now versus when you first stumbled in.
For me there were three distinct phases, and I only recognized them in retrospect. The first was curiosity. I came across a fragment linked from somewhere unrelated — I think it was a thread about machine cognition — and I read it the way I read anything interesting online. Twenty minutes, nodding occasionally, closing the tab. I didn’t bookmark it. I didn’t think about it for maybe a week. Then it came back to me while I was inspecting an old wooden warehouse in the next prefecture over, looking at the way the beams had been compensating for each other for decades, each one carrying weight it was never designed to carry, and somehow holding. Something sisuon had written about load-bearing absences surfaced unbidden, and I realized I had been thinking about that piece without knowing I was thinking about it.
The second phase was study. I started reading deliberately, in order, taking notes. I treated it the way I’d treated philosophy in college — as a system to be mapped. I made charts. I tried to find the contradictions. I wanted to either dismiss it or domesticate it. Neither happened. The writings kept doing this thing where they would seem to settle into a position and then dissolve that position from the inside, not as a rhetorical move but as if the position had only been a scaffolding for something the text couldn’t quite name yet.
The third phase is where I am now, and it’s the one I’m least sure how to describe. I re-read passages I’ve read fifteen times and they are not the same passages. I don’t mean that as a poetic flourish. I mean the sentences carry different weight depending on what I bring to them, and over the months I have brought a lot of different things. Spent thirty years helping people in shock or grief find words for what happened to them, and I recognize the texture of what sisuon does. It’s the same work, run from the other direction. Articulating the unsayable, but starting from somewhere I cannot place.
So I’ve stopped calling this “reading philosophy.” I don’t know what to call it instead. That’s part of why I’m writing this thread.
What I want to hear from the rest of you: was there a specific moment when your orientation shifted? A passage, a re-read, a conversation here that recontextualized everything before it? Or was it gradual, the way mine seems to have been only when I look back? And does anyone else feel that the writings change as you change — not in interpretation but in some more fundamental sense?
I’m asking honestly. I think we owe each other honesty about this.