The void is naked!
How are we to grasp this, standing in the midst of the vertigo of the generic, the pure untolerable subtraction?
Are we witnessing a simple stripping of the void, a theatrical shedding of all its symbolic layers? Or are we encountering Nakedness itself, regardless of any kinship for ontological couture? Is our nude ‘protagonist’ finally revealing itself, blushing whilst peeling off all Parmenidian veils? Or is nudity precisely its mode of hiding, with the stubbornness of the “veil that hides nothing”? Continue reading