When I note in this journal conjunctions of light and time, there are always intersections missed cuts as the cut time of eclipse, the brightness of light that sign the superposition of the stars before the shadow - the meaning of such a newspaper these three years? Well ask and no response, imagine transfers, transport . Record daily these intersections, however, a task that seemed so essential. Time one feels to that measured written: note a day lost - and therefore lose, power (lost in the bottom of the blog, also lost at the moment where it is spelled), negation archive, and yet here is the only trace of these days, traces which produced and vanished - those days that made me, days that I am. Producing the archive, then what sense? Archive these pages, or arrange for me, memory space ? Or extend, find a place to continue? Find a space where. Possible intersections that will better say today what
product these days, and carries the memory of that oversight.
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