Baby Jacques Derrida

MAN: here comes the airplane!

here it comes! here comes the airplane!

BABY DERRIDA: to pretend, you actually do the thing

you have therefore only pretended to pretend

WOMAN: Peekabo! I see you!

Peekaboo! I see you!

BABY DERRIDA: How can another see into me, into my most secret self, without my being able to see in there myself?

WOMAN: and here is the bunny

do you see the bunny?

BABY DERRIDA: pbthtbhth

WOMAN: can you say bunny?

BABY DERRIDA: bunny

WOMAN: can you pat the bunny?

BABY DERRIDA: there is nothing outside the text

BABY DERRIDA [crying]: waaaaaauuugghhh

MAN: what is it?

what’s wrong, baby?

can’t you sleep?

BABY DERRIDA: monsters

MAN: monsters? Where?

BABY DERRIDA [points under bed]: there

MAN: do you want me to chase the bad monsters away for you, baby?

BABY DERRIDA: specters of Marx

MAN: i’ll chase the bad specter of Marx out from under your bed

BABY DERRIDA: ok

MAN: ok?

BABY DERRIDA: ok

WOMAN: goodnight sweet baby

I love you very much

can you say “love you”?

BABY DERRIDA: how can I say “I love you” if I know the love is you?

the word love either as a verb or a noun would be destroyed in front of you