intervening in one's own dreams
But from what point does one intervene in one's own dreams, from the inside, without waking? And from what point does one intervene in reality, from the inside, though without believing in it?
But from what point does one intervene in one's own dreams, from the inside, without waking? And from what point does one intervene in reality, from the inside, though without believing in it?
Storage of pleasure [jouissance] in the speculative circuits of capital (the Stock Exchange). Just as energy is stored in superconductors, with a view to recovering it one day. But isn't this, rather, a way of getting rid of it? The storage of pleasure is the pleasure of storage.
Everyone has an air of déjà vu about them, and they float like shadows over the waters of the Styx.
oddly gorgeous prose