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Fragments. Text. Life. No. Yes. That's what is. The blank spaces: not before or after, but now. Don't miss it! [?] Take back the words, undo, unlace it all. 

At the time, that very moment, on the small piece of ground you stood on, shadowless, there was time.

The black sites of the heart.

The reconstruction, the reconstitution of the word from scraps. Glue it together with clumsy fingers: the whole picture is in my mind/heart.

If we had time to see (or see through)the complete sentence, then what?

The dissolving hour, the crumbling of an idea, the folding of a thought. I find a kind of hope in this place where nobody knows me (Robertson). The thinning out, the withdrawal, so that less is said, but with more truth.

Names on envelopes of the places I once lived. The solid-square names I no longer recognize. The hours, the days and weeks, brought into an arc of a life. We half close our eyes to recall what has passed, just as we do when the light is too bright and we need to shield ourselves from the glare. 

On a winter night, with the stars up above fixed, resolute, indestructible, you remember a cold November night from many years ago. When will the true self take a step forward, walk into the bright empty space and not stumble, not speak without faltering? Fractured time, the time of fragments is upon us. It is true today, as it was yesterday, we need the word &.

Beautiful lines from anton/[F]lowerville:

In Grenzwald, his last novel, the depth of time is often compared with water, water through which one can see, transparency, one can see almost through to the ground. It is presented as an insight, time and its depth, a visual metaphor, water, fluid. To become older means to sink deeper into time (= to sink deeper into transparency?). To von Doderer quiet is the actual opposite of death, not activity; quiet carries everything. a quiet described as the sun shining on the roof of life. People suffer but without wanting to explain their suffering, this not being necessary. The few important things in art are to find uneluciated, unknown rooms and spaces in the crowded mines of life.