These handwritten manuscripts, that I fully intend to transcribe with non-interference, living blood of felt intimacy and of lyrical thought, dived in a sort of dream-like and in a passive madness, are near creation, and I present them as an artefact of the soul, they are a record of subjectivity and how subjectivity generates and establishes an objective singularization, a self-identity, aggressiveness lacking. Exposing frailty to the world, the...