An Hour, a Season, an Atmosphere, an Air, a Life
For you will yield nothing to haecceities unless you realize that that is what you are, and that you are nothing but that… . You are longitude and latitude, a set of speeds and slownesses between unformed particles, a set of nonsubjectified affects. You have the individuality of a day, a season, a year, a life (regardless of its duration)—a climate, a wind, a fog, a swarm, a pack (regardless of its regularity). Or at least you can have it, you can reach it. A cloud of locusts carried in by the wind at five in the evening; a vampire who goes out at night, a werewolf at full moon. It should not be thought that a haecceity consists simply of a decor or backdrop that situates subjects, or of appendages that hold things and people to the ground. It is the entire assemblage in its individuated aggregate that is a haecceity; it is this assemblage that is defined by a longitude and a latitude, by speeds and affects, independently of forms and subjects, which belong to another plane. It is the wolf itself, and the horse, and the child, that cease to be subjects to become events, in assemblages that are inseparable from an hour, a season, an atmosphere, an air, a life.
~Gilles Deleuze & Félix Guattari
A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism & Schizophrenia ~ (Trans. Brian Massumi) ~ Minneapolis : U of Minnesota P, 2005 / pg 262
