Something begins and transforms, unfolds, disappears. We don’t know what it is. What is essential is this movement, this metamorphosis without beginning and end, almost invisible: fog that rises and dissolves, a bubble that bursts, a solar eclipse, sediment in water, a shadow, a scent that disperses in the air… “These blurs are very close to reaching reality , but staying away from her.”
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