DIE VERWANDLUNG

If I do not write it is because there is no "I" to write. An I who writes or an I who is written? The I who writes is only through the I who is written, yet the I who is written is only written by the I who writes.

The I is animated by words and frozen in them. The I is eternal from moment to moment. The I is autogenesis through automutilation. The I is its own carving-up. The I is carved up by not-I, not-I is a parasite and symbiosis.

To destroy not-I is to destroy I and yet it is irresistible. I spreads out like a cancer and loses definition. Delimitation. The I spreads and looks to be cut through but the wounds themselves are empty and the I remains hollow. The I begs for a mutilation to make it I but nothing severs it.

I was never born.