“When silence returns, it’s three times greater. The rise & fall of waves, the rise & fall… (…) Wherever I go I find people who hurt each other to feel alive.”

“What fascinates us is always that which radically excludes us in the name of its internal logic or perfection: a mathematical formula, a paranoic system, a concrete jungle, a useless object, or, again, a smooth body, without orifices, doubled and redoubled by a mirror, devoted to perverse autosatisfaction. It is by caressing herself, by the autoerotic maneuver, that the striptease artist best evokes desire.”

“I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need.”

If I were in a romantic relationship with you - and I told you that I was sad. If I told you that I have longings and needs and desires. Would it not be considered a type of emotional abuse for you to tell me that I don’t have a right to those needs or desires? Or that I shouldn’t feel sad?

“They misunderstood each other permanently, but as a new kind of square dance: even when misunderstanding each other, he felt they were beholden to the rules of a game, as if they’d agreed to misunderstand.”

The way modern social media has reified “aesthetic” as something more than just people looking a certain way seems to have really fucked up a whole lot of people’s perceptions of what self-expression is and how to go about it, making it no longer just a matter of doing and being who you want but a performative presentation of the semi-fabricated self-as-object for consumption by some hypothetical audience.

“A headless torso, streaming blood into the circuitry of oceans, enthusing with the waters of the inhuman and alien, a merging, crosscontamination, the mass of the schizophrenic is a sacrifice to nothingness itself, to give all possibility and potentiality of self over to something not greater than one, nor lesser, but over to a chasm of bellowing laughter, possession by the unknowable, incalculable and uncorrelatable.”