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Tel Quel

je sais bien mai quand même

I sit at the corner of this hallowed space and annotate frivolous reminders, of the things to read to you when I find my way back home. So many pages, excerpts, paragraphs, lines, phrases, words to wrap around your head, to tease you, to protect you, to love you. It was like I had all the time in the world, or no concept of time at all. I remember Kristeva and Pascal’s énonciation. Perhaps this is.

Still, stubborn with the toothbrush left in my mouth, I turn off the lights to the hash-hashing of metaphorical cleansing. May I never have to drown in my own waste.


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