Le Langage Est Une Peau: Je Frotte

Why Is It Better To Last Than To Burn?

I Passed Beyond The Unreality Of The Thing Represented, I Entered Crazily Into The Spectacle, Into The Image, Taking Into My Arms What Is Dead, What Is Going To Die.

To Whom Could I Put This Question (with Any Hope Of An Answer)? Does Being Able To Live Without Someone You Loved Mean You Loved Her Less Than You Thought...?

The Incapacity To Name Is A Good Symptom Of Disturbance.

Painting Can Feign Reality Without Having Seen It.