And so, on the surface of daily life, consciousness forms beings and
bodies that one can see gathering and colliding in the atmosphere, to
distinguish their personalities. And these bodies form hideous cabals
where every eventuality comes in the world to argue against what
is beyond appeal.
I am not Andre Breton and I did not go to Baltimore but this
is what I saw on the banks of the Hudson
I died at Rodez under electroshock.
I died. Legally and medically died.
I have personal memories of my death at that moment, but it is
not on these that I base my testimony as to the fact.
Personally I have a different recollection of the affair.
But I kept this recollection to myself, and secret, until the day
‘ I am you and your consciousness is me,’
Pity that no other dead person outside myself…
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