What Happened to the Hagia Sophia Is a Terrible Shame
I recently visited the Hagia Sophia for the first time after its conversion and felt overwhelming sadness. What Happened to the Hagia Sophia Is a Terrible Shame
I don't call myself a writer. I may be a non-writer, in something like Laruelle's sense. Not the negation of writing, but writing that refuses to submit to what writing is supposed to be. No discipline. No claim on form. It is also, honestly, painful. The word "subjectile" comes from Derrida's reading of Artaud in The Truth in Painting (1978). Artaud conceived the canvas as more than a passive surface. It becomes a space of tension, between surface and background, between what appears and what stays hidden. That in-betweenness is where this writing lives. It's an ongoing experiment. I have to do it.