I always depend on a molecular assemblage of enunciation that is not given in my conscious mind, any more than it depends solely on my apparent social determinations, which combine many heterogeneous regimes of signs. Speaking in tongues. To write is perhaps to bring this assemblage of the unconscious to the light of day, to select the whispering voices, to gather the tribes and secret idioms from which I extract something I call my Self.
Deleuze & Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus
When you’ve recovered from your New Year’s resolution, do you want to come and make a porn film on Montjuic with a grandpa who thinks he fought at El Alamein?
I’m not really a gerontophile, but I may be able to give you a few contacts.