when we write

I am not where you are lying in wait for me, but over here, laughing at you. Do not ask me who I am and do not ask me to remain the same: leave it to our bureaucrats and our police to see that our papers are in order. At least spare us their morality when we write.

Michel Foucault ,The Archeology of Knowlege

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