Taran

Filmmaker, Storyboard Artist, Illustrator, Writer.

I murder I.

The murder lets I manifest me.

I murder me.

If I didn’t, I would be impossible.

I think where I am not, therefore I am where I do not think, the French man say.

I am in the locus of the Other, the radical alterity.

I am my object petit a.

I am the absence.

The death bears the desire for the lack of being.

I desire I.

Falling into the Lacanian Loop over 10,000 days and nights ago, two questions arise from one origin.

The answer(s) is(are) somewhere between the desire and the sublime.

What are the questions? the answer(s) is(are) asking me.

I die, without saying.

I die twice.

The second time, I equate with I.