“Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.”
— Egon Schiele.
(This is a breach of contract.)
Desire as inherent in the girl-thing. The girl-thing as having been born wanting.
“…when addressed by…”
A contingency. A matter-of-fact truth. By her bare facticity so does this phenomenon exist.
“The endless logo-itch, desperately seeking…”
As opposed to a constipation of language. The girl-thing as having been born with some presentiment of loss.
“That’s not for children!”
“Oh? Then why is there one on the cover?”