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And the cadences of my evening ends upon elaborately concocted echoes, in which the oppressive sound resounds the reproduction of echoes… Something is always of something, which the thing assumes. The of that I’ve been referring to, the gap between others and me–the synchronicity between me and others.

For example, in object belongs to me, I really mean to say that I possess the object insofar as it relates to me, that I am a part of the thing, of the reference of which we are a part, which in turn would mean that if it no longer existed, then I also disappear–that is, of my relationship with the thing. The discourse in between is only the synchronicity that mirrors and replays, but if somewhere, someone were to possess the object, which would make me, by extension, a part of the object again if I met this someone, then out of this duality I’m fixed upon a subject, a reference, an object to which others refer. I am then, a thing.