A shared past is not kept anywhere. A few points are stored, everything between them is built again each time somebody asks, and the self that happens to be awake that hour does the building. An apology the size of
Two people close the same piece of work at different moments and both of them are finished. What separates them is not care and not skill, it is what each one is holding the work up against, and where the
A cost arrives with several components at once and only one of them has a currency in front of it. Direction comes off the whole vector, the countable component is a reading and not a direction, and for years I
For years the thing that confirmed my work was money, and money has no mood, no history with me and nothing it needs back. When the income went, the reading went with it, and what was left was people, who
What reads as low affect in me is not an absence of feeling. It is three moves run in order, and the third one, refusing to let a small thing grow, is the one that does the work nobody sees.
The terms are written where they belong. Each field holds three desks, and every entry a desk writes raises the terms it uses, each term given a meaning, a mechanism and the places it appears. The record on these pages stays first person and hand made; the fields grow the nomenclature.
