According To Beckett's Or Kafka's Law, There

Something In The World Forces Us To Think. This Something Is An Object Not Of Recognition But Of A Fundamental Encounter.

Things Never Pass Where You Think, Nor Along The Paths You Think

What Interests Us In Operations Of Striation And Smoothing Are Precisely The Passages Or Combinations: How The Forces At Work Within Space Continually Striate It, And How In The Course Of Its Striation It Develops Other Forces And Emits New Smooth Spaces.

My Eye, My Brain, Are Images, Parts Of My Body. How Could My Brain Contain Images Since It Is One Image Among Others?

To Become Imperceptible Oneself, To Have Dismantled Love In Order To Become Capable Of Loving. To Have Dismantled One's Self In Order Finally To Be Alone And Meet The True Double At The Other End Of The Line. A Clandestine Passenger On A Motionless Voyage. To Become Like Everybody Else; But This, Precisely, Is A Becoming Only For One Who Knows How To Be Nobody, To No Longer Be Anybody. To Paint Oneself Gray On Gray.