W.'s dream for his conference is to gather our friends around us. To gather our friends and the friends of our friends. And to speak. To listen to one another, and to speak.
Considering the overpowering forces of habit and the law, which continually pressured us to disperse, none of us could be sure we would still be there at the end of the week. Yet everything we would ever love was there. Time burned more intensely than elsewhere, and would soon run out.
That's Debord, W. says. Everything we would ever love was there: what could be more moving than that?
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