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Ovo vrijeme – što mi se pod kapcima kreće i tjera me da svakog jutra nanovo oćutim trzaj nevoljkosti, stisnutu pesnicu kao znamen moje bijesne nijemosti – ovo vrijeme umorit ću sam.

Promatram si odsjaj šaka u staklu. Na čas se čine potpuno stranima. Pitanje je vremena kada ću si otuđiti vlastiti pogled. I svoje lice srećem samo u refleksiji; poznajem njegovu sliku, no zapravo ga nikad nisam vidio. Ako opstoji samo na slici, znači da obnaša mrtvilo.

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Only in the infinitesimal space of the individual conscious does death take on an irreversible meaning. Even here, death is not an event, but a myth experienced as anticipation. The subject needs a myth of its end, as of its origin, to form its identity. In reality, the subject is never there: like the face, the hands and the hair, and even before no doubt, it is always already somewhere else, trapped in a senseless distribution, an endless cycle impelled by death. This death, everywhere in life, must be conjured up and localised in a precise point of time and a precise place: the body.

-J. Baudrillard, Symbolic Exchange and Death