lispector-night

October 15, 2024

The dense, dark night was cut down the middle, split into two black blocks of sleep. Where was she? Between the two pieces, looking at them (the one she had already slept and the one she had yet to sleep), isolated in the timeless and the spaceless, in an empty gap. This stretch would be subtracted from her years of life.

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“I want to look so close at things that their intensity burns through your retina and into the surface of your mind.”

Bill Viola

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