Lights on screen. Letters on screen. Darkness behind the letters and in fact all around them. Letters add up to names. What are the names doing? They are accumulating. What are the names ever doing? They are always accumulating. What does the profusion of names do in time to the darkness? “We answer,” says the text, “by describing other things.” A honeycomb is hollowed out with no thought to the benefit of the bees. A piece of furniture with flowers on it. A wall with climbing ivy. A point of view without a single implication does not in any world exist. We come around the porch. Are we maintaining a narrative? We are back in the house with the others. We go through the kitchen, through the dining room, through the small sitting-room where recently was the piece of furniture with flowers on it. A door shuts at the top of the stairs. A door opens at the bottom of the stairs. But we’re on the stairs and what can be done about that?
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