I woke up this morning to discover that the room was spinning around and whilst Bataille might imagine vertigo as a pathway to the Void and a fall into ecstatic joy, I have no interest in touching the impossible or experiencing dizziness to the point of trembling, thank you very much.
Right now, I just want to make the whirling world stand still, as Rimbaud would say ...
See: Rimbaud, 'Délires II: Alchimie du verbe', Une saison en enfer (1873): click here.
