Since Freud, The Center Of Man Is

The Best Image To Sum Up The Unconscious Is Baltimore In The Early Morning.

Symptoms, Those You Believe You Recognize, Seem To You Irrational Because You Take Them In An Isolated Manner, And You Want To Interpret Them Directly.

The I Is Always In The Field Of The Other.

Writings Scatter To The Winds Blank Checks In An Insane Charge. And Were They Not Such Flying Leaves, There Would Be No Purloined Letters.

I Am There Where It Is Spoken That The Universe Is A Defect In The Purity Of Non-being.