We are as cruel to the signs as they are to us Their breaking down our alias of signification and clarity of symbol

we requite with exposing their alibi of subtle and dangerous indifference All those phenomena without any preconceived idea, without a preconceived reality Nothing preceding them, nothing following Is it possible that we all have been there, in our dreams, living the total rise and decline of civilization living through the present reigns, the futures-to-come in successive transmigrations Dying of envy to revisit those self same places. Wherever the world was, we are its absence made visible and masked.