We found the dancers in a big, rolling dimple of sand. They were already in trance; sometimes a dangerous state. When the Brothers took me by the hand I became a Link: I found it pleasurable enough to indulge myself all night. Here, no one knew who I was and, very soon, neither did I.
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However, in both Freud’s formulation and Lacan’s reformulation, photography is a psychosis, a crisis of reality.
Oh.
Did I say photography? I meant paranoia. Sorry. Freudian slip.
Maya…Maya…Illusion…Illusion…
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This then, I thought, as I looked round about me, is the representation of history. It requires a falsification of perspective. We, the survivors, see everything from above, see everything at once, and still we do not know how it was…Are we standing on a mountain of death? Is that our ultimate vantage point?
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Of a remain(s)?
Of a remain(s) that would no longer be — neither relic nor remainder [reliquat] — of any operation.
Effluvium.
Lait de deuil.
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Mirror, Mirror 