Instead of sounding himself as to his
“being,” he does so concerning his place:
“Where am I?” instead of “Who am I?”
For that space that engrosses the deject,
the excluded, is never one, nor
homogeneous, nor totalizable, but
essentially divisible, foldable,
catastrophic … A tireless builder, the
deject is in short a stray. He is on a
journey, during the night, the end of
which keeps receding.
Julia Kristeva

