Barthes writes about how the key to reading Sade is to perceive the cracks or collisions embedded within the text. These cracks appear when things are brought into contact and create edges of meaning: an obedient and conformist edge, and a blank or mobile edge. Barthes argues that both edges are necessary for bliss.
This is one of my favorite photos of my two boys at a soccer practice. I have long forgotten any more context than that; I have no idea what it is Jonas is on the verge of saying. There is something wrong about this photo: it is out of focus, and you may even miss it at first glance. But the distortion of the photo creates that second edge, a blank edge, that makes me question the image. Who is this? What is it that these figures are doing?
This is an image of my sons as they never really were; the fog of memory.
