Eviscerate, Young Captain
The revolutionary knows that in the very depths of her being, not only in words but also in deeds, she has broken all the bonds which tie her to the social order and the civilized world with all its laws, moralities, and customs, and with all its generally accepted conventions. She is their implacable enemy, and if she continues to live with them it is only in order to destroy them more speedily.
— Sergey Necheyev, “The Revolutionary Catechism” (via catalytic-chamber)

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Curiosity is a new vice that has been stigmatized in turn by Christianity, by philosophy, and even by a certain conception of science. Curiosity, futility. The word, however, pleases me. To me it suggests something altogether different: it evokes “concern”; it evokes the care one takes for what exists and could exist; a readiness to find strange and singular what surrounds us; a certain relentlessness to break up our familiarities and to regard otherwise the same things; a fervor to grasp what is happening and what passes; a casualness in regard to the traditional hierarchies of the important and the essential.

I dream of a new age of curiosity. We have the technical means for it; the desire is there; the things to be known are infinite; the people who can employ themselves at this task exist. Why do we suffer? From too little: from channels that are too narrow, skimpy, quasi-monopolistic, insufficient. There is no point in adopting a protectionist attitude, to prevent “bad” information from invading and suffocating the “good.” Rather, we must multiply the paths and the possibilities of coming and goings.

Michel Foucault, “The Masked Philosopher”


Kitagawa Yuuko’s manga adaptation of Creamy Mami