A post by Valerie Bernard
Of course, it is indeed the genuine room that I aim at, just as I aim at the genuine Pierre. But it is given as absent; and at the same time its character is deeply modified since the external relation of contiguity that links it to Pierre is transformed into an internal relation of belonging.
Jean-Paul Sartre, The Imaginary: A Phenomenological Psychology of the Imagination, p. 129
It is a peculiar thing to think about what is absent. As I sit in this café, my eyes scan the dark stained maple bookcase, the woman on her phone, the computer in front of me. I try not to hear the awkward conversation at the next table or be distracted by the song playing overhead. I am confronted by these things. They are present, annoyingly, inescapably present. But my eyes are doing something else as I scan this café. My focus shifts in and out, my eyes remain forward but it is as if they are turned around and looking back inside my head. I am thinking about what is absent, about the person I wish was here, but who is not. He is gone. And so I watch the woman on her phone as she jots down notes and I scan the crowd at the counter, but it is as if I am double seeing: I am looking at what is present, but I’m focused on what is absent. My inner eye is not turned toward the present but the past, to what is remembered, to what is imagined.
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