No matter how much sunlight and fresh air she lets in, there’s always this dark little pocket of lingering night which she has to uncover.
No matter how much sunlight and fresh air she lets in, there’s always this dark little pocket of lingering night which she has to uncover.
“A theory is exactly like a box of tools. It has nothing to do with the signifier. It must be useful. It must function. And not for itself. If no one uses it, beginning with the theoretician himself (who then ceases to be a theoretician), then the theory is worthless or the moment is inappropriate. We don’t revise a theory, but construct new ones; we have no choice but to make others.”
Gilles Deleuze