Is not the hole, the Void, at the very heart of our pleasures…?
Are drugs not … the means for the most … autistic experience of jouissance and a commodity par excellence?
—Slavoj Zizek (via alterities)
Stupor. Impossible to go to bed in spite of the hour and the fatigue. I could have said about myself what Kierkegaard said a hundred years ago: “My head is as empty as a theater in which there has just been a performance”
—Bataille, The Impossible (via tiredshoes)
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.