After Deleuze Jean Giraudoux Suzanne’s myth of the island dies an especially Parisian way. Suzanne embarks on and island where unlike Robinson Crusoe she finds everything civilization has already produced - only twice as good. Deleuze renders the resulting void desire as the failed attempt to render the real image of the island. Suzanne eventually strands in a world with no need for further interaction, with nobody to call for.

The modern island differs only in shape not in its symbol. With nothing but the digital highway connecting your entity to the mainland and no more biological signs around you than your proper corpus acting as a protecting shell for the highway node - how long until the inner desire to reach out for what only faintly can be remembered as civilization awakes? Scraping the left overs and garbage in the deserted physical outside would you be able to partly invent partly remember your own connection device, your proper beacon in hope to reach out to some sign of organic entity?

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