"...'impotenza' non significa qui soltanto assenza di potenza, non poter fare, ma anche e soprattutto 'poter non fare', poter non esercitare la propria potenza. ..."*
La luce sul comodino era accesa, forse troppo. Leggeva per distrarsi dall'insonnia e da quel senso di vertigine che non le dava tregua. Un senso che riconosceva come proprio, come un ricordo a singhiozzo che a ritroso la vedeva ancora bambina. "Ma guarda this ... but have you heard? "" What? "" on, you show that you did ... very good good ... on repeat. "The look on him as if it were a movie.
" separated from his impotence, lack of experience of what can not be done, modern man is believed capable of anything and repeats his friendly 'does not c 'is no problem' and its irresponsible 'can do', just when they should instead realize that he delivered to an extent unprecedented in the forces and processes on which he has lost all control *
of childhood is recalled as soon as the cache behind the chair when he fled from his aunt and his tonic injection, when once hid behind the towel bathroom unnecessarily and the angle where he would be alone in the punishment, fear of the dark and ... and then the vertigo, that sense of vertigo. Had established arbitrarily, to give themselves an order, which was dated that day to three years in which he began to read to himself spelling the brand name of his father's electric razor: "Re - min-Gton" and all ran to look at her in amazement . It was found to be able to speak late, but with great propriety of language and literacy in advance. This advance was his vertigo. This advance that came from his life and that she looked like she do not belong outside. He had the taste of a suspicion of megalomania that his character would not tolerate. A solitude.
"Nothing makes it so poor and so little free quest'estraniazione as impotence. He who is separated from what we can do, can, however, still resisting, still can not do. He who is separated from his impotence lose instead First, the ability to resist "*
in the afternoon had signed his letter of dismissal. Within two months after the disappearance of his investment would have invaded. Something similar had already happened. In the words of his mother's life. It was on the bed to read while waiting for sleep, which would give her a sense of liberation that at times during the day, had become unexpectedly hear. With the subsequent sense of vertigo. The estrangement from the possibility of possibility.
"As only the searing awareness of what we can not ensure the truth of what we are, that is only the clear vision of what we can or can not do to give consistency to our actions" *
When the heat of the indoor and invaded the soft pillow is made more comfortable, fell asleep in turning around the swing sound of the world. As if this was still love.
* from "Nude" by Giorgio Agamben-Ed Knight Bus
