everything is being

Louis Althusser, 1978.

You speak of “disgust”; I hear this word around me from among the best of them. And yet here it’s not as it is in your country, but it’s the same word. It’s the word that openly says that we can no longer find our place in all this shit and that it’s vain to look for it, for all places are carried along by the insane course of things. We can no longer bathe at all in a river. Unless you’re a picket planted in the current that silently holds on. To a bit of terra firma. The important thing is to find this bit of earth beneath the waters. After all, it’s the “shaking-up of the world” of Montaigne who, when it comes to conjunctures, saw quite a few of all kinds. But the book is already written; you have to find something else.

- Althusser, letter to Merab, 1978.

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There is a child, a child inside of her mother, a child listening, listening to the echo of her own hand pushing through water. It is quiet, but not still. Her ears forget to listen, to her mother's heartbeat, to her digestion, to her blood. She decides that she is a plant, inside an animal, growing towards....





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