Ana

“Znao sam stajati na ulici i gledati u mnoštvo, kako se klanja, prolazi, kicoši i previja, i najodurniji mi postadoše ljudi uredni, lijepi i elegantni. "Sve je to pomada, karmin i parfem: parfem za naš njuh, karmin za naš vid, a pomada za opip..." Najantipatičniji mi postadoše mladići; ja sam zaljubljivanje protegao na mladost, glupost i brčiće. Koketiranje mi postade nešto slična karikiranom majmunu, ljubav karikirano koketiranje, a zabave, šetnje i plesovi karikature karikatura. Naprotiv sam zavolio bradate ljude, i sretajući ih pokadšto, ja bih se razmiljio i unježio, kao da sam našao srodnu i plemenitu dušu.
Ne. Ja nijesam bio normalan.”
― Janko Polić Kamov, Pjesme i novele

“I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve to you.”
― Luigi Pirandello

“Travel was once a means of being elsewhere, or of being nowhere. Today it is the only way we have of feeling that we are somewhere. At home, surrounded by information, by screens, I am no longer anywhere, but rather everywhere in the world at once, in the midst of a universal banality - a banality that is the same in every country. To arrive in a new city, or in a new language, is suddenly to find oneself here and nowhere else. The body rediscovers how to look. Delivered from images, it rediscovers the imagination.”
― Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena

“But only in order to know if you, as you really are now, see yourself as you once were with all the illusions that were yours then, with all the things both inside and outside of you as they seemed to you - as they were then indeed for you. Well, sir, if you think of all those illusions that mean nothing to you now, of all those things which don't even seem to you to exist any more, while once they were for you, don't you feel that - I won't say these boards - but the very earth under your feet is sinking away from you when you reflect that in the same way this you as you feel it today - all this present reality of yours - is fated to seem a mere illusion to you tomorrow?”
― Luigi Pirandello, Six Characters in Search of an Author