in the realm of sensations. Speed has tint, it tilts, it is admittedly
indistinguishable from the sky but do sensations stop in sleep
and merely remember? Is memory a halt? Is the dream
not an orifice belonging to sleep? The sun that lights the obvious
oblivion cannot stop it. That's what fate is : whatever's happened
- time regained.
Lyn Hejinian. The Fatalist. Richmond: Omnidawn, 2003, p.83.
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