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elizabeth
is on page 95 of 278
"I miss your death. The blow falls next to me. I want to suffer and I don't manage. There I am surprised. An immense opaque transparent inconsistent wall rises between you dea(d)th and me on this side. This wall is (made of) separation: impalpable. It doesn't exist. Nothing stops me / something stops me from passing. It's the impossible. The impossible is matter purified of all materiality. Clarified butter."
— Dec 25, 2024 03:26AM
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elizabeth
is on page 258 of 278
"At the thirteenth stroke the muzzle cracked, I removed my frightening foot from the jaws. I saw the meat we are. We came out of the moral spasms broken lame and delirious. Unrecognizable.
Because it could not be me. Because it could not be him.
As always in these apocalyptic moments, the sky was extremely blue. The geraniums brightly red."
— Jan 12, 2025 07:36PM
Because it could not be me. Because it could not be him.
As always in these apocalyptic moments, the sky was extremely blue. The geraniums brightly red."
elizabeth
is on page 108 of 278
"the hunt is entirely animal, naturally. It's a prayer on all fours, at a gallop. The prayer asks: may I catch the words that will know how to surround the mystery, without biting on and crushing it."
— Dec 25, 2024 11:18PM
elizabeth
is on page 102 of 278
this section about love, foreignness, singularity, doubling etc is really reminding me of the left hand of darkness. loving it
— Dec 25, 2024 06:13PM
