The Unconscious (n.) knows itself in me even if I don't know it.
The Unconscious (n.) is the true psychical reality, as unknown to us as the external world.
Unconscious (n.) wishes (n.) remain active and are indestructible.
The Unconscious (n.) is not a hidden, virtual, potential self-presence; its radical alterity is marked by delayed effects.
The Unconscious (n.) is undecidable: either always already other and out of reach of psychic description, or constitutively implicated in conscious activity.
The Unconscious (n.) is structured like a language: it is not only man who speaks, but in man and by man it speaks.
The Unconscious (n.) is made the seat of verification and truth, which entrenches Freud's metaphysics rather than undoing it.
The Unconscious (n.) is nothing without the cadence and the caesura of spacing.
The Unconscious (n.) is a text nowhere present, a weave of pure traces where meaning and force are united.