Every word I speak robs me of a thousand others, and every line I write means giving up another.
Every word I speak robs me of a thousand others, and every line I write means giving up another.
“Because the outside world is fragmented, consciousness must also be so, and this way it looses the overall coherence which it had a hundred and fifty years ago, and at the same time this consciousness is constantly changing, constantly struggling against itself, forever creating new images — Sartre called it ‘freedom.’”
Alain Robbe-Grillet