Life transforms itself into the ideology of reification—a death mask.
Theodor Adorno, “Cultural Criticism and Society”
The introverted thought architect dwells behind the moon that is taken over by extroverted technicians.
Theodor Adorno, Introduction to Negative Dialectics
I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can’t even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk…
In my cell, little by little, I shall have to give my thrills to the granite. I shall remain alone with it for a long time, and I shall make it live with my breath and the smell of my farts, both the solemn and the mild ones.
Jean Genet, Our Lady of the Flowers