This book, perhaps like any book, is not simply my own. My thoughts seem to
always be a segment of a collective endeavor, and over the years, I had the priv-
ilege of belonging to several wonderful intellectual communities that were ab-
solutely essential to my never- ending struggles to ﬁnd words and arguments,
to formulate and curve ideas, to write, to think.
More speciﬁcally, and personally, I would like to thank several people: Adi
Ophir, for agreeing to be my teacher; for teaching me, as if for anew, how to
think, how to read, and how to approach a problem; and for creating some
of the assemblages with which and through which this book — among other
texts — took form (assemblages of concepts, projects, and above all people).
I’m also grateful to Merav Amir, for thinking with me so intimately — indeed a
truly rare experience; and for giving me the ﬁrst chapter. Judith Butler made a
certain life- course possible, and I’m forever indebted to her for that, as well as
for many other things: for giving me many of my questions; for always push-
ing me further when I thought I was already “there”; for including me within
her wonderful community; and for providing me with an intellectual home.
(There is both an academic and a personal home here, which I would not have
been able to inhabit without her.) To Yves Winter I thank for so much, really,
but above all for always being unsatisﬁed with what I say — or write — and for,
at the very same time, providing me a network of security that caught me and