…the Book Creates Meaning, The Meaning Creates

The Birth Of The Reader Must Be At The Cost Of The Death Of The Author.

The Photograph Is An Extended, Loaded Evidence — As If It Caricatured Not The Figure Of What It Represents (quite The Converse) But Its Very Existence ... The Photograph Then Becomes A Bizarre (i)medium(i), A New Form Of Hallucination: False On The Level Of Perception, True On The Level Of Time: A Temporal Hallucination, So To Speak, A Modest (o)shared(i) Hallucination (on The One Hand 'it Is Not There,' On The Other 'but It Has Indeed Been'): A Mad Image, Chafed By Reality.

We Know That The War Against Intelligence Is Always Waged In The Name Of Common Sense.

All Of A Sudden It Didn't Bother Me Not Being Modern.

When We Look At A Photograph Of Ourselves Or Of Others, We Are Really Looking At The Return Of The Dead.