The record

‘I try to record what happens when I talk to you, to test the event for truth. I fail. And my record becomes a record of itself, its own test. I fail to record what happens, though I only write to record. I turn to look at you and you’re gone. What remains is the lack of a record, which I record again, for you. And in a strange turn my record becomes light, unburdened.’

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