اللغة بطبيعتها تميل إلى تدمير ذاتها - Roland Barthes

In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: she is going to die: I shudder, like winnicott's psychotic patient, over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.

By reducing any quality to quantity, myth economizes intelligence: it understands reality more cheaply.

Suicide

How would I know I don’t suffer any more, if I’m dead?