Thursday, June 29, 2006

from 'The Fatalist'

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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