It Felt Like a Kiss opening titles
“At the age of twenty, Jacques Derrida took the entrance exams for the prestigious École Normale Supérieure a second time, having failed, as many students do, in his first attempt the previous year. Fueled by amphetamines after a sleepless week, he choked on the written portion and turned in a blank sheet of paper.”
Emily Eakin reviews a new biography that traces Derrida’s lifelong sense of exclusion and his complicated relation to first French and then American academics.
One professor left his home for a 36-square-foot open-air box, and he is happier for it. How much does a person really need?
dammit I like this way more than I should
I have not tried to write the history of that language, but rather the archaeology of that silence.
Scultped model of the Spirited Away Bathhouse.
This is an automatic reblog.
Is that the terrifying staircase to the boiler room I see?
im never ceased to be amazed when i see this post tbh
An anonymous author’s novel written on the walls of an abandoned house in Chongqing, China