It was in the black mirror of anarchism that surrealism first recognised itself.
I am the soul in limbo.
To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.
Dada is a state of mind.
The purest surrealist act is walking into a crowd with a loaded gun and firing into it randomly
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.