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History That Repeats Itself Turns To Farce. Farce That Repeats Itself Turns To History.

It Is Not Enough For Theory To Describe And Analyze, It Must Itself Be An Event In The Universe It Describes.

What I Am, I Don't Know. I Am The Simulacrum Of Myself.

One Can Speak Of An Alterity Of Desire - A Paradigm Defined Outside The Tired, Tacitly Accepted Regime, But One Comes Up Short When Attempting To Posit A Framework Of Desire Beyond Available, Known Desires.

It Is The Real, And Not The Map, Whose Vestiges Subsist Here And There, In The Deserts Which Are No Longer Those Of The Empire But Our Own: The Desert Of The Real Itself.