The photograph rescued me from subjectivity.
The subject has not succeeded in negating himself as subject
Jean Baudrillard from The Hell of the Same
Machines can never succumb to their own object; they are immune even to the seduction of their own knowledge. Their virtue resides in their transparency, their functionality, their absence of passion and artifice. What must always distinguish the way humans function from the way machines function, even the most intelligent of machines, is the intoxication, the sheer pleasure, that humans get from functioning.
Jean Baudrillard from Xerox and Infinity
By the term ‘historical pseudomorphosis’ I propose to designate those cases in which an older alien culture lies so massively over the land that a young culture, born in this land, cannot get its breath and fails not only to achieve pure and specific expression forms, but to even develop fully its own self consciousness. All that wells up from the depths of the young soul is cast in the old molds, young feelings stiffen in senile works, and instead of rearing itself up in its own creative power, it can only hate the distant power with a hate that grows to be monstrous.
Oswald Spengler from The Decline of the West
The whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing. A blind man eager to see who knows the night has no end, he is still on the go. The rock is still rolling. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world.
Albert Camus from The Myth of Sisyphus