Des — continuidad
September 4, 2006
“My hands can no longer mold fiction in this beautiful, ambiguous fashion. I was hoping that you could understand that such accidents occur after a relatively long (incidentally, don’t you believe that the fact that I confuse the completely contradictory terms of “long” and “short” is exceedingly amusing?) exposure to starvation.
I feel the desperate need to shock. disturb, outrage._ I want to be an iconoclast. I want to tear away the world, put it back together and then tear it away again. How can I? The answer is ridiculously obvious: minuscious, detailed, microscopic and dissective study of the world. In the study of myself, I become a suicide. [I feel the need for simultaneiety.] For if I wish to destroy the world’s image, I must destroy myself and be reborn, so I can use myself as the principle, as the criterion to tear apart this world. “
Estoy enamorada de la inocencia. No sé mucho de ella, pero las veces que la he visto y todo lo que me han dicho de ella es primoroso. Tal vez un día la conozca y nos hagamos amigas.
