the internal nothingness
of my self
which is night,
nothingness,
thoughtlessness,

but which is explosive affirmation
that there is
something
to make room for:
my body.

— Antonin Artaud, Excerpt from “The Question Arises …” To Have Done with the Judgment of God (1947)
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