Monday, February 12, 2007
Yes, you were right, henceforth, today, now, at every moment, on this point of the carte, we are but a minuscule residue "left unclaimed": a residue of what we have said to one another, of what, do not forget, we have made of one another, of what we have written one another. Yes, this "correspondence", you're right, immediately got beyond us, which is why it all should have been burned, all of it, including the cinders of the unconscious - and "they" will never know anything about it.
"Left unclaimed", I would rather say of what we have, to one another, uniquely, destined...
jacques derrida, the post card
tartito da ---gallizio
al tempo della sparsio semper nota, envois numquam