Une côte sur la table

This book contains all books, it is written inside and out, like a prophecy. It's the book of the defeated, of lonely men, it's the book of all the dead, all the sick and all the alas, alas of life, alas of love, alas of madness, alas of death, a long lament that leads us in search of new womb, father womb, mother womb, beloved womb. It's not just a requiem, it's a deflagration of guilt and a need for atonement through beauty. Conscience and unconsciousness clash in the magma of madness. The obscure memory of madness, that's the sacred. The secret stigma of the insane reaffirms the persistence of tragedy, human nature's predilection for fury and rage, the need for the gods and their wrath. Mysterious, inextinguishable circles, which no asylum will overcome, as long as society, order and leashes exist. Prohibition and disobedience are linked, we are excommunicated by society, ostracized from respect, and beneath our lunatic disorder flows the river of anguish. We are frenzied. We invoke unreason and sign in the heart of bestiary.