bataille-rupture

A sort of rupture — in anguish — leaves us at the limit of tears: in such a case we lose ourselves, we forget ourselves and communicate with an elusive beyond.

Thought:

“Eurydice sits alone on a red bed. She has flaming red hair, so flaming that you can’t see anything else of her, much less anything else around her.”

Kathy Acker

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