the audacity of "getting on with it"

[soljanka]

in a budapest bar, we were drinking chilled white wine and beer respectively. after my name and a leisurely pause, you told me that in fact, those were two decisions. whether a state of exception does exist, firstly and secondly, what it is that is to be done. i smiled, silently smoked a little more and felt thoroughly satisfied not just that we were sitting there, after all that had or had not happened, but that i had arrived at precisely that conclusion on my own.