Interiors

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There is neither the east nor the west; only the centre.
Not even that, perhaps, for what remains is a nostalgia for the inside.

Rings and Books

Rings and books is a wonderful (and short) essay. Will write some notes tomorrow. Did remind me of old England, a particular sensibility that is wrapped up in the language itself.

Todorov. 

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An invisible bird flies over,
but casts a quick shadow.

What is the body? The shadow of a shadow
of your love, that somehow contains 
the entire universe..

Do you think that i know what I'm doing?
That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it's writing,
or the ball can guess where it's going next.

--Rumi.