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Today, today, today, today ... From exile


I will read a piece of fiction on the novel by Wapner. And they'll be many other things, "experimental", but not ones.

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pale In large buildings, say labor and buildings transaction of bodies, human and technical resources, there is nothing to listen to the melody of sleeping, waking, sleeping. I concentrate and do not listen. I lost the center, did not hear anything.
So well written.
"So": The rhythm is an encrypted stream of interruptions, noise ritualized. Order dance dance, dance.
The buildings here are large and pale and not located in time. Lagunas. Are, to put in a romantic way, inescribibles. I have nothing to say about me building contains: is invisible, unheard. For that feature this little tune, another child in the wrong direction. Without progression. Without the dirt as it accumulates, it grows - it's always trash.
No way: write a story about a day's work in a large, pale. The days are presented (if present) as a subtle repetition. Every time is like the first time, all are the first time. No representation. So it is so complex to locate the body when in fact the first day, first week: the connections between human resources, tours can only be done as if they had always been made.
young to write that I read about, think I spy. Write embarrassed is an experience of a dormant but profound intensity, and lost.
There is time to write, on the desktop, there are hours, minutes and seconds. But there is what, no matter. No time to write. Except as
remove some of the structure, as now, here. As written now, here.
This year, this disassembly, I returned something exciting, a space of writing linked to the need. Invent a now a here, is necessary but not therapeutic: a way of making time .
The assembly of the pale buildings aimed at avoiding, or at least cushion the blow of human resources against time. Like those children's play areas known as "soft room" gated communities built in foam. The dream of total security, the city does not need to avoid the collision because the colliding elements become harmless. Here, with their little music of repetitions, the scenery pale and dispensing machines, here with, seek a soft time, seek to make harmless to time. A childhood (again, in the worst sense) maniquizada, frozen.
course, I had not thought of: Walt Disney.