foucault-windows

September 3, 2024

I’m no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls.

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Thought:

“The body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom. Love is a privilege perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality: not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; but ourselves are shadows.”

Adolfo Bioy Casares

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