Friday, November 12, 2010, 5:43 AM. There is a sensation, something rushing swiftly through my left nostril. I am suddenly…

“Friday, November 12, 2010, 5:43 AM. There is a sensation, something rushing swiftly through my left nostril. I am suddenly awake, blowing my nose. There is a thought, a handful of words. “Variance of something with itself.” I feel compelled to write it down.”

– Anand Pandian, ‘The Time of Anthropology: Notes from a Field of Contemporary Experience’ (2012), p. 562 (viajustinpickard)