mynona (sheet)
Monday, April 27th, 2020
To take a knife, therefore, to the wires of the machine of speech and to cut away at the illusion that a language game corresponding to my internal experience was always already there — if the institution of language is one foundation of the world such as it exists — its sandcastles in which there is no air to breathe — there is a matter of urgency that requires that we also do damage to this institution — and not only it.
