The texts of Anna with an elusive way abide in two dimensions simultaneously: on the one hand, this is a situation of speaking from a certain metaphysical field, some transcendental view of things (and on the body as a thing, of course), on the other, it is the bodily in it always hot and trembling, not symbolizing anyone, without being a thing in itself, but only knowing what to get sick and moan A slice begins on a hair from you, And it is not thinner. You feel two sick halves And you moan.