As Henri Michaux wrote, l’abandon de l’empire de moi m’a étendu infiniment…
(abandoning the empire of me spread me out infinitely)
The obstacle that is me is no longer obstacle. Space is neither great nor small.
This is not exchanging one empire for another, however. This is not a closed infinity.
This cool spring midday clouding over is no substitution for the sun, radiant, in the early morning. What became of it, and of the hours in between?
Like me, they are shattered, gone, they are lost, they are found all around, ubiquitous at the desk.