Friday, April 23, 2010


He has come to a point where numerous rhyzomes are seen, everywhere. They of different thicknesses: threads, strings, twines, ropes, cables. They replace his perception of walls and ceilings. They lead him to perceive the place where he is as not a cave but a web. There are no longer reference points such as floor, wall, ceiling. Now, there is this rhyzome in relation to that one, over there. But web is not the right word, he thinks. A child's game he had once seen her play comes to mind. Cat's Cradle.

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