And how “by accident” it all turns out to be, to seem. When impossible to parse the “whys” and details. Circumstancing great scales of complexity.
*Why that was the season, the night, the event, some almost-invitation, I was compelled, felt a should in my organs and limbs, an unreasonable reason or needling urge-fit lasting just long enough, despite all of my fight and resistance, attempts at desistance, assailing with vodka and fears, yet I made myself go, or uncannily managed it, testing a public event… …and there YOU.
*Why today, remote reference occurs, through a link, through bibliography of an article mentioned in a webinar, as an aside, distant source, finally triggering [how was I free of obligation, conversation, some due project?] memory, intrigue and drive, a cumulative motive to step out and climb stairs, find LOC Hs, glance up (searching Garfinkel, his Relations in Public) and catch sight of Sarraute, her Uses of Speech, slender and black and pre-unknown to me, on a shelf up above and reach up and retrieve it and read it and breathlessly change…
Only so many persons and books after whom one is never the same (yes, that’s arguable), but those moments you know it somehow, at first sight, as it happens, within during, something you only can say is “profound” and “uncanny,” inexplicably so, and indelible – beyond which no returning – and it’s you and this book among others
When we cannot describe, explicate…
And we wonder and shudder…
And we cannot remain…
“Once-occurrent uniqueness or singularity cannot be thought of,
it can only be participatively experienced or lived through.”
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And I read just a synopsis of it, and now I am altered. Thank you.
Thank you Summer