Death in my mind isn’t a finality. There’s a continuum: it’s like at night, you go to sleep and in the daytime you wake up, or whenever you wake up, and it’s a new day.
Death in my mind isn’t a finality. There’s a continuum: it’s like at night, you go to sleep and in the daytime you wake up, or whenever you wake up, and it’s a new day.
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One must keep open the wound where he or she who enters into the analytic adventure is located — a wound that the professional establishment, along with the cynicism of the times and of institutions, will soon manage to close up.
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Julia Kristeva | Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection