The voice is a traumatic presence, feared, the ultimate object of anxiety which distorts reality.
Voice never simply belongs to the body.
The best Marxist analyses are always of a failure.
Communism will win.
Sex is thus, to put it in Derridean terms, simultaneously the condition of possibility and of impossibility of love.
We are merely witness how the system is gradually destroying itself.
I am rather perceived as some dark, omnious, plotting, political manipulator
Brutal Simplicity Theme