After been waiting for this book for some many years, it has finally made its journey to my hands.
“Unlike memory, photographs do not in themselves preserve meaning. They offer appearances – with all the credibility and gravity we normally lend to appearances – prised away from their meaning. Meaning is the result of understanding functions. ‘And functioning takes place in time, and must be explained in time. Only that which narrates can make us understand.”
This part of a road trip made in 2018 came to my mind last night. The unconscious and well appreciated way on how dreams can bring you a breath. Restless motion.
To never forget the motion implied in simple routes, those common paths and known sense around, the sometimes forgotten perspective. Back to road, never ending outdoors story.
Jal, Mx.
“Tout s’effacera en une seconde. Le dictionnaire accumulé du berceau au dernier lit s’éliminera. Ce sera le silence et aucun mot pour le dire. De la bouche ouverte il ne sortira rien. Ni je ni moi. La langue continuera à mettre en mots le monde. Dans les conversations autour d’une table de fête on ne sera qu’un prénom, de plus en plus sans visage, jusqu’à disparaître dans la masse anonyme d’une lointaine génération.”
Sailing different waves before jumping into common seas. That implicit disassociation of early hours.
~ saviours | motion ~
“The paradoxical virtue of reading lies in distancing ourselves from the world so that we may make sense of it.”