How do we become a representation of ourselves? Or a montage of functions ? Where is the powerful and mute evidence that once held all this together ? My heart was becoming a stranger: a stranger precisely inasmach as it was inside me. The strangeness came from exterior, but only because it arose from within.
Jean-Luc Nancy, "The intruder", in F.A.Miglietti, Extreme Bodies, Milano: Skira Editore, 2003, pp.244-248.