Sunday

To speak from within and out of something. A part. A word or idea that assumes more and more words and images. An image which becomes more and more profound. And a profundity which becomes more and more deep. For example, forget. Or its opposite, remember. Or dream or sleep or night or white or death. They plunge one into a sphere of contrast, of differentiation, of a black-and-white world without the fundamental binary relation. One dreams without waking, such that they dream without the notion of waking and thus, of sleeping. Then maybe I’ll say something about night or day, and the meaning around which the whole binary relation revolves dissolves, erecting more elaborate design of meaning.

So, when I’m not eluding, I’m eluding. Even when I mean what I say, I do not really say what I mean.



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