"An act itself is a repetition, a sedimentation, and congealment of the past which is precisely foreclosed in its act-like status. In this sense an ‘act’ is always a provisional failure of memory… the repetition of what cannot be recollected, of the irrecoverable, and is thus the haunting spectre of the subject’s deconstruction."

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Judith Butler, Bodies That Matter

I think this is another one of those “I’m not sleeping tonight” moments.

Posted on 14 November 2011