DESIRE MURDERED BY PRESENCE

 

“In the beginning was the Logos”, and desire was made word and dwelt among us.

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Desire pulses and it never stops.

There is a certain hopeful conviction that the best is yet to come, that good things in life will happen in an unknown future and materialize into something or somewhere. Ever-increasing desires, volatile wishes, diffuse expectations...

Desire does not always seem to have a natural object. Rather, it presents itself as the manifestation of an emptiness, as if it were born from a constitutive lack – simultaneously the motor and the stone that sabotages the gears. Bottomless bag through which slide empty packages of narratives and meta-narratives on their way to the garbage pile - a shortening distance. The time of desire fills a strange cubic content. Planned obsolescence. Paradises à la carte, God and his avatars, carved out of the most atrocious individualism. Hybrys, anti-kenosis, symbols, existential pore-blocking. Imperative of happiness, cult of hedonism, performance, success, frustration, depression, limping body, anguish. Return to the fetal position. Happy pill.

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If desire occurs in the absence, all usefulness is perfectly useless.

Being of no use, is happiness completely useless?

Paula Rosa