The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.

What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.

The photographer, like an acrobat, must defy the laws of probability or even of possibility; at the limit, he must defy those of the interesting: the photograph becomes surprising when we do not know why it has been taken.

Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?

In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: she is going to die: I shudder, like winnicott's psychotic patient, over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.

This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.

Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.