There is in every madman
a misunderstood genius
whose idea
shining in his head
frightened people
and for whom delirium was the only solution
to the strangulation
that life had prepared for him
“Last night when we were talking about pure cinema, and I called for a transvaluation of all values, and you said that light was the absence of light — we weren’t communicating then, were we? It was just jargon, wasn’t it? Just noise?”
Donald Barthelme | “L’Lapse”