Please, Sin, make me flesh & bone, & concede deep inside you have always been a pure pleasure seeker #66

Isn't it? Pour faire l'amour avec son cerveau, son imagination pas trop falsifiée et une capote sur mesure, c'est ici.


"Consider visual images, for example. We live in an unending rainfall of images. The most powerful media transform the world into images and multiply it by means of the phantasmagoric play of mirrors. These are images stripped of the inner inevitability that ought to mark every image as form and as meaning, as a claim on the attention and as a source of possible meanings. Much of this cloud of visual images fades at once, like the dreams that leave no trace in the memory, but what does not fade is a feeling of alienation and disconfort.
But maybe this lack of substance is not to be found in images or in languages alone, but in the world itself."
Italo Calvino, Six memos for the next millenium (unachevied lectures for Harvard university, 1985).