Tuesday, March 18, 2008

contempt again

Camille Javal: You like all of me? My mouth? My eyes? My nose? And my ears?
Paul Javal: Yes, all of you.
Camille Javal: Then you love me... totally?
Paul Javal: Yes. Totally... tenderly... tragically.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Z at Gare du Nord

Monday, March 10, 2008

visiting the past can predict the future?

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

exi(s)t/exile empire_5/the process of disintegration

all normal expectations went by the board and one's daily habits were disrupted by a sense of ever-spreading all-consuming chaos which rendered the future unpredictable, the past unrecallable and ordinary life so haphazard that people simply assumed that whatever could be imagined might come to pass, that if there were only one door in a building it would no longer open, that wheat would grow head downwards into the earth and not out of it, and that, since one could only note the symptoms of disintegration, the reasons for it remaining unfathomable and inconceivable, there was nothing anyone could do except to get a tenacious grip on anything that was still tangible.


Monday, March 03, 2008

on the outskirts_action image/memory concrete