The beautiful dream that we unfold and extend, ruined, in the course of a sublime mockery; beauty defeated by the measure of a sobering glance, reflected from a bitterly earned truth. You, aubain, you trace, cross the unlivable place, distraught, crack it, move it, lift it up high, spin like a water wheel. And your goods can be taken away. Between letter and body, an analogy exists more than an allegory, an identical signifier: one like the other signifies presence.
