"The curve begins before the sign, it comes and you can bump into it with your eyes open without seeing it. There are far more accidents, accidents everywhere, whose destiny constantly intoxicates us, lubricates us. Accidents equivalent to necessity, to movements, to ubiquity and the embrace. In a layer found beneath the accidents, the flow the initials and beneath their matter and the blood is saliva, remote amputation, the traces left by fish in the water, one accident piled on top of another like a multiple monolith upon a distant sky.." "Nocturnal Sand", "Le Surrealisme en 1947, Paris