In her text “Disease as an Aesthetic Project “, written at the end of her battle with the disease, she speaks of her illness as a monstrous force living within her, with which she coexisted. She expresses both the inevitability of this force, which would lead her to death, and its unconstraining potentialof opening the way to other secrets of humanity. For her, this physical body is real, but the thought that stems from it is merely fiction. She argues that medical thought is a fiction imposed by modernity and capitalism. She calls for another language for the body, a singular, poetic language, different from theory and consensual language.