Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
— Roland Barthes (via hellyeahbooks)
another ghost in the fogs of memory
“The imperfect is the tense of fascination. The exhausting lure of memory. We remember pathetically, punctually, in order to be unhappy/happy.”
“Ultimately — or at the limit — in order to see a photograph well, it is best to look away or close your eyes. ‘The necessary condition for an image is sight,’Janouch told Kafka; and Kafka smiled and replied: ‘We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.”
—Roland Barthes