Oh. Artaud. I took a class on Antonin Artaud. The class was rather
dry. I'm a little tired of talking about "the void" or whatever.
Where's my body without organs? Where's my complex analysis of anarchist
thought? I don't know where I left it, but it's around here somewhere.
In any case, I wasn't exactly the most inspired student. The schizo
says: "Things fly away from me." Yes. Exactly.