day 7

to think in a straight line -- is to approach the linear end of a conclusion. But to begin, many full stops before notwithstanding, is to anxiously approach or depart from the influence, which many texts before, as traces, give birth to presence. So as you read my lines --- you should also know that lines in general (firmament or horizon) are violent. The division is prevalent in almost everything. Lines are violent ---- An open space is separated. A body is cut open. A name is written across a blank page. Another tautological proposition is made in a mathematical problem sum. The beginning of a story, where the end is presupposed, is the call to presence. The presence that has not arrived. But on day 7, as we make another leap backward by moving forward, we come to realise, that I cannot make the separation so clearly. Instead,
as if encouraged by fear, line by line, I move forward. Weary by now, that another reference I have drawn for the purpose of my writing, on the 99th day, it will cease to be what I intended before, but as if drawn by the future that will never arrive, its presence is predicated by the call to absence. If lines are finally hidden, it is only to evolve into a deeper violence.
As if blown by the wind, we meet again.
It is more violent to suspend freely in the skies than to sit and stare in a cave.
The shapes escape us. The lines, a distant memory.
All we have, instead, is the pull of your own weight, as you plunge into a finite enterprise, that is the liberty to live and die. And soon you realise, it is indeed linear. It is indeed a line straight down to earth. |
| only that lines do not always go on forever.


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