Jacques Derrida

One can always dream or speculate around this secret account. Speculation begins there – and belief. But of the secret itself, there can be no archive, by definition. The secret is the very ash of the archive, the place where it no longer even makes sense to say “the very ash [la cendre même]“or “right on the ash [à même la cendre].” There is no sense in searching for the secret of what anyone may have known.

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As if one could not, precisely, recall and archive the very thing on represses, archive it while repressing it (because repression is an archivization), that is to say, to archive otherwise, to repress the archive while archiving the repression; otherwise, of course, and that is the whole problem, …