It’s easy to trace a storyline, then to trace another. It’s harder to join them together.
It’s easy to trace a storyline, then to trace another. It’s harder to join them together.
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A massive and sudden emergence of uncanniness, which, familiar as it might have been in an opaque and forgotten life, now harries me as radically separate, loathsome. Not me. Not that. But not nothing, either. A “something” that I do not recognize as a thing. A weight of meaninglessness, about which there is nothing insignificant, and which crushes me. On the edge of non-existence and hallucination, of a reality that, if I acknowledge it, annihilates me. There, abject and abjection are my safeguards. The primers of my culture.
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Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection