Like the faint scent of rue leaves brushed by a hand busy not noticing the transfer tucked into the grain of skin and knob of knuckle, every event has its focus, its diffusion.

At some later point reminded …

Thalia Field introducing a portfolio as guest editor of Conjunctions:28 remarks

[…] repetoire differs from place to place, person to person — but carried in the mumbles, whispers, screeches and melodies […] all the treasures of time.

The cutting board is hatchet-marked with countless traces of preparation.

And so for day 484

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