Festival of Fire

At the end of the sequence comes the section with the title-giving anecdote.

My erasure.
The fire read my books, turning and curling the pages, blackening their edges, folding back the sheets as if inviting me into bed. The splayed pages of a volume, titled, Camera as Weapon, resembled a feathered wing. The fire consumed many titles. Of Marshall McLuhan’s Gutenberg Galaxy only four letters remain: Gala.

from Martha Baillie “Gala” in Sister Language composed and assembled with Christina Baillie

And so for day 2984

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