Incandescence of a black sun Continue reading

Thought it was wednesday today, then tuesday, then finally monday. It’s tuesday but I’ll reflect on what I did yesterday. I went skiing. Last day of the season. Been focusing too much on my form, and not much of the fun. But fun usually comes for me when I have good form. So I always Continue reading

“Or else you will tell them of the deeds of peace: in countries infested with comfort an odour of forum and of nubile women, the yellow coins of purest ring, fingered under palms, and peoples on the march on strong spices…” Anabasis. “we shall not dwell forever in these yellowed lands, our pleasance…” how memory Continue reading

if I had written down everything, remembered everything, and had forgotten nothing, then I’d be more of an abstraction than I am. I would have had some trace of form, some stains of memory, but I’d have had nothing left to explore when everything was exhausted and emptied. 2:34 Pm. Black thunder raining down, smoking Continue reading

White corrugations of the sun dissolve vials of dust that ivory shades hold. Continue reading

there is nothing that is of itself, of the relation of itself. It is through something that exists outside of itself, of the likeness of another that it manages to manifest as anything, for there is no likeness between us, even if we say that we possess different “selves.” We base ourselves upon others who Continue reading

Almost half a year gone. Well—one third, but almost.I haven’t been posting. Not for lack of words—those I always have—but for lack of sitting down to write them here. I’ve scattered things on private accounts, small fragments, but I think I should hold to this one: my blog. An itching resolve to post everyday. Not Continue reading