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I’m writing to you in time with my breath. Shall I always be hermetic as in my painting? Because it seems you have to be terribly explicit. Am I explicit? I don’t really care. Now I’m going to light a cigarette. Perhaps I’ll go back to the typewriter or perhaps I’ll stop right here forever. I, who am never good enough.

Read, therefore, my invention as pure vibration with no meaning beyond each whistling syllable, read this: “with the passing of the centuries I lost the secret of Egypt, when I moved in longitudes, latitudes, and altitudes with the energetic action of electrons, protons, and neutrons, under the spell of the word and its shadow.”