Pleasure is not diversion but urgent life, a social order perceived as temporary.
On his fourth day with Castro he shot a government scout, aiming through a telescopic sight. It was uncanny. You press a button and a man drops dead a hundred meters away. It seemed hollow and remote,...
Objects are what we aren't, what we can't extend ourselves to be. Do people make things to define the boundaries of the self? Objects are the limits we desperately need. They show us where we end. The...
Nie mam ciała. Jestem umysłem, świadomością, samotny w wielkiej przestrzeni.
It was the kind of day in which you forget words and drop things and wonder what it is you came into the room to get because you are standing here for a reason and you have to tell yourself it is just...
Aún puedo verles en esa pantalla primitiva que nuestro cerebro produce, a unos ocho centímetros delante de mis ojos, miniaturizados por el tiempo y la distancia, desdibujados por las interferencias vi...
A police car went by with its siren going, a rotary slurping noise, it sounded like the blender in their kitchen—she made fruit shakes compulsively that they felt morally bound to drink.
A film can be undermined by the person you’re seeing it with, there in the dark, a ripple effect of attitude, scene by scene, shot by shot.
My life is either/or. Either I chew regular gum or I chew sugarless gum. Either I chew gum or I smoke. Either I smoke or I gain weight. Either I gain weight or I run up the stadium steps.''Sounds like...
BUDGE (muffled)No,no,nono.NURSE BAKERI understand what you're trying to say.BUDGEA hideous scream.NURSE BAKERExactly.BUDGEA cry of desperation.NURSE BAKERPerfect.BUDGEA strangled sob. A plea torn from...