Youad res yourselftomesothatImayreadyou read this however you want
in your eyes, I am the substitute for nothing
I am neither a body nor even an object
merely a field, a vessel for expansion.
The pleasure of the text is that moment when my body pursues its own ideas
-for my body does not have the same ideas I do.
in your eyes, I am the substitute for nothing, for no figure
The text is a fetish object, and this fetish desires me.
text of bliss: the text that imposes a state of loss, the text that discomforts text of pleasure: text that contents, fills
no object is in a constant relationship with
pleasure
a disturbance,
a bordering on collapse
I am offered a text.
This text bores me.
words roland barthes
everything else livia miller
october 2019