there is no such thing as silence. It is by imposing silence that one hears an abundance of other sounds, that there is no silence, and that everything is an association of something else, that an impression is an impression of more things. If I impose silence upon one minute, within this time, a number Continue reading

A day where nothing falls, happens, an emptiness not empty or absent, becomes fulfilling, like how the light falls on the glass which reflects, falls, and reflects again, in which I am trapped in this multitude of reciprocation, but which I do not become the object of reciprocation, endless, infinite, empty… I am finite, and Continue reading