The thing is, at the start of anything at all there is no being,
but a sort of repulsive individuality that is never this or that, and that has always refused to enter into this or into that.
And the being that can want to be a being
was never anything but its enemy nothingness,
always put by it in a state of perpetual annihilation.
Yet the black repulsive individual never lets out a being,
because it is not and doesn’t strive for being,
and from where and from what would being escape from it.
–Artaud, “Interjections” in Suppôts et supplications