Whose space?

Puzzle Me, Puzzle You:

“My Account”

“Your Account”

Which is it? The autonomous liberal subject wants to know.

Whichever it is, it’s somebody’s account – mine, yours, Jacques Lacan Jr.’s, the Egg Man’s, the Walrus’s – and the password is not to be shared.

I want to ponder it but I think I’ll just Be Here Now.