Anthony

“Whoever is fascinated doesn't see, properly speaking, what he sees. Rather, it touches him in an immediate proximity; it seizes and ceaselessly draws him close, even though it leaves him absolutely at a distance. Fascination is fundamentally linked to neutral, impersonal presence, to the indeterminate They, the immense, faceless Someone. Fascination is the relation the gaze entertains -- a relation which is itself neutral and impersonal -- with sightless, shapeless depth, the absence one sees because it is blinding.”
― Maurice Blanchot, The Space of Literature

“There are no internal drives in desire, only assemblages. Desire is always assembled; it is what the assemblage determines it to be.”
― Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

“Individual or group, we are traversed by lines, meridians, geodesies, tropics, and zones marching to different beats and differing in nature. .... For some of these lines are imposed on us from outside, at least in part. Others sprout up somewhat by chance, from a trifle, why we will never know. Others can be invented, drawn, without a model and without chance: we must invent our lines of flight, if we are able, and the only way we can invent them is by effectively drawing them, in our lives.”
― Gilles Deleuze, A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

“To put it another way, this completely minuscule part of the terrestrial globe where autistic children walk and run and whose pathways, wander lines, are traced does not claim to seed the entire surface of the globe, is not at all inclined toward a globality in which an endemic ideological absolute would be found.

Cards and maps don’t actually tell us much, except that we have no idea what the human is, or for that matter the common.

Hence the fact that being a communist is indeed one of the most difficult things to be in a universe where humans strive desperately and stubbornly, as they must, to formulate their rights, whereas common humanity, a humanity of the species, not being of the nature according to which language has provided us, forever, with rights, will never have any: they are unformulable.”
― Fernand Deligny, The Arachnean and Other Texts