An act can carry with it many motivations; one is usually the nail that holds the will to the act, though not the obvious one. A dream diary: an affiliation with Surrealism, yes, light humor, but what chains me to it is the hoarding of narrative tableau. I keep the situations against me like a miser; unbearable is the moment when a story leaves me to never return. Neither certainty nor fear, but believing that beyond all the situations nothing lives, beyond the infinite reproduction of tableau infinity itself disappears.
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