The Photographic Image... Is A Message Without

For The Photograph's Immobility Is Somehow The Result Of A Perverse Confusion Between Two Concepts: The Real And The Live: By Attesting That The Object Has Been Real, The Photograph Surreptitiously Induces Belief That It Is Alive, Because Of That Delusion Which Makes Us Attribute To Reality An Absolute Superior, Somehow Eternal Value; But By Shifting This Reality To The Past ("this-has-been"), The Photograph Suggests That It Is Already Dead.

All Of A Sudden It Didn't Bother Me Not Being Modern.

How Does Meaning Get Into The Image? Where Does It End? And If It Ends, What Is There Beyond?

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.

Literature Is Without Proofs. By Which It Must Be Understood That It Cannot Prove, Not Only What It Says, But Even That It Is Worth The Trouble Of Saying It.