Lost Key

Dani Couture
“Another Earth”
Listen Before Transmit

[the ending]

The helicopter nears. Tonight, even the air is filled with bodies.
And in your pocket, a key to a motorbike you abandoned
on an island in the South China Sea sixteen years ago,
although you can no longer recall where you last left it,
or with whom. This key that will not unlock the next door.

The key may not unlock the door. Not because of a lack of fit. But because the door remains unlocked. And thus so much harder to open.

We may expect to feel tricked, deceived, abandoned, and therefore enchanted (or exasperated) when, having thought that we heard a key turn, it is finally clear to us that the key had no door, and was supported only by its sound as a key.

Hélène Cixous, “Joyce: The (r)use of writing” translated by Judith Still in Post-Structuralist Joyce: Essays from the French edited by Derek Attridge and Daniel Ferrer.

And so for day 2619

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