NO MORE NIGHTS

NO MORE NIGHTS

These texts do not join any movement; they have all the movements in them, confused. After all, they haven't quite decided whether they are created by their author or whether their author is their creation. What emerges and is defended in this group of texts is the idea of light in its most completely dark version. Where things continue with infinite possibilities, within the veil of night that is memory. Unbearable. There, helpless rare finds await. Like unbearable crystals, buried.

And the words. A unique current in the center of an era that leaves, that ends in dimension, that copies scenes. The words, full of dead ends. For what didn't come. What has not yet been found. The words that become athyrma, nemesis, age. Neither alive nor dead. Only death describing life.

When the world departs from the image that was made, and the absences are counted again, the human myth will again meet its bloody prehistory.

Until then, loss of lighting.
No more at night.