“My home is where I make a habit of the absence of habitation—a shell in which I take the imprint of my own nonexistence” – REBECCA COMAY on Proust http://ift.tt/1IzUKGC

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“using the phone for the first time, Marcel (the narrator of the novel) talks to his grandmother. ..Voice is subtracted from ..the body to which it belongs, out of which it emerges as an autonomous partial object, an organ which can magically survive without the body whose organ it is” – it is as if it stands “alone beside me, seen, without the mask of her face.” This subtraction withdraws it from (our ordinary) reality into the virtual domain of the real, where it persists as an undead specter haunting the subject.

– SLAVOJ ZIZEK http://ift.tt/1Cjf391