Guy

“His legions—Angel Forms, who lay entranced
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“It is no nation that we inhabit, but a language. Make no mistake; our native toungue is our true fatherland.”
― Emil Cioran

“I am what I am.' Never has domination found such an innocent-sounding slogan. The maintenance of the self in a permanent state of deterioration, in a chronic state of near-collapse, is the best-kept secret of the present order of things. The weak, depressed, self-critical, virtual self is essentially that endlessly adaptable subject required by the ceaseless innovation of production, the accelerated obsolescence of technologies, the constant overturning of social norms, and generalized flexibility. It is at the same time the most voracious consumer and, paradoxically, the *most productive self*, the one that will most eagerly and energetically throw itself into the slightest *project*, only to return later to its original larval state.”
― Comité invisible, The Coming Insurrection

“you will recognize happines
when you see it die”
― Georges Bataille, The Collected Poems of Georges Bataille