I’m an intermediate realm between what you remember, know, observe, and imagine. I move in strides between several temporalities; the past, the present, the future. Sometimes I join two remote eras in a single phrase. I form in the clefts between elements parted by silences, measuring these distances with different tools: concepts, data, arguments, similes, ellipsis, and metaphors. I also draw connecting lines between disparate realities, bringing them closer, revealing resemblances, resonances, or secret links. Sometimes I’m called narrator, text, voice, or fiction. When I’m fiction I become a world of my own, a hybrid of thought’s subtle matter, the dense matter of elements claiming their right to be named. I thus invoke a set of affects when these opposing matters are brought closer, like electricity is induced. [...]
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