houses i have inhabited they all have a staircase of seventeen steps. that is very common: if there is an abyss, the inaccessibility of the bottom is not repeated properly enough; if there is a mise en abyme, i really do not feel like it.
i am scared of the words i may keep repeating without realizing it, like someone bothersome. i am scared of the words i have to remember to never let happen again, like someone continuously taking the pulse. in fact: infinite resignation, the first thing i learned; then, the whole system of pseudonyms.
you have compressed like a spring the discreet immobility that is your claim to fame, the anonymous test bench. this then sprang, but it was like a back fire, holding you back upstairs, but again