History originates from a fantasy. This is why I choose to start from the end, the product, the exhaust catapulted from the lips of a factory line.
What is the fantasy, but a performance of desires around power, yet more importantly the wish to not realize that one is any less than one’s performance?
The fantasy of history, rather the history produced by spectacles, is a matter of semantics, of stitching together the memories that complete each other’s emptiness across time and space.
from I Am Not A War by Sophia Terazawa