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Kissa Tanto 8:30. It’s been four years since I last went. The question is do I need the disjunctive ‘of.’

The whole atmosphere of Kissa Tanto is within the ‘of.’ It is not of itself, of something; it is not of me, people, or the products of which it is a part. There simply is no of but its mere existence. It exists only through itself. But that absence is tedious. A nothingness–a voluptuous emptiness. KT can only be said to be part of an integration, and now it abandons its origin and metamorphoses into a self–an autonomy. But it is only an autonomy insofar as it remembers being part of something, of an integration. I mean that KT is both of itself and not itself through the ‘of’–that is, the impregnation of it, of more and more images and more and more complexes. KT possesses an absence which produces an effect of other presences, which propagates, explodes. Whether that something that KT is of, I don’t know, but it is to say that KT is modeled on the image of another–of people. Of more and more people… It appeals to all and does not appeal to none. It exists as a part of me that I have only found on the second floor of an old, abandoned building.