Topic: Bataille's Blindness

I have just looked at two photographs of torture. These images have become familiar: one of them however is so horrifying that I could not but lose heart. I had to stop writing. I went, as I often do, to sit in front of an open window: as I sat down I fell in a kind of ecstasy. This time I no longer doubted, as I had, painfully, the day before, that such a state was more intense than erotic lust. I see nothing: this is neither visible nor sensible. This makes one sad and heavy from not being able to die.
Georges Bataille, Le coupable, 1943, p. 53