Writing: no going back, no going forward. At the end and beginning of your tether.

In the field of writing before I can identify myself. I’ve fallen into some kind of error. Begin again, head for the limit of error.

The surrender to writing: to let nothing speak through your words like wind through leaves. Only in this way to approach the world.

You wrote: writing enclosed you outside yourself. You wrote: you got nowhere.

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