Sore Knots After Heart Catherization

plunging arm

Casting ink - it plunges back in the world. Three days off, away from the screen, in the city. And in return: the computer that opens like a book, and before him, the pen is revived (hers, that of others): Casting ink brutal this morning, the flow

again open the screen on his knees before one who writes all kinds of lines. What we did not seen, during these three days, and that goes back to itself, plunging the arm into the vertical pit bitumen. One learns to read - and this is the lesson. Say it's like every morning, before the feed: this thing we dare not say, but essential: the idea, fearful, joyful, that learns to read every morning. (And then, writing is something new every time, not in the arm movement, but in the research literature, those who began to move with the lines, those that have changed meaning, or those that do not recognize, then those who are lost: and all those arisen)