The funniest thing, all the same, is this 'probably'. The scientific community 'asserts' that something has probably never existed! It is difficult to be more objective.
I found her so beautiful in black only because I dreamt of her dead. In fact, it was because I dreamt of her as a widow. What I was in love with in her was the allegory of my own death. But I possessed that allegory physically--which is an original form of the work of mourning.
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.
Who are you then, J.B., you who speak of simulacra, but a simulacrum yourself?
Answer: it is because I exist that I can advance the hypothesis of the universal simulacrum and simulation. You who are already unreal cannot envisage the unreality of things. You who are merely the shadows of yoursel…
