Difficulty in understanding things that are evident. Evidence of relation: head, shoulders, knees and toes. “I can just SEE their father and mother” is the moment of my erasure. The painting in that living room is of a girl on a bed. Her arm thrown over her head, we cannot see her face. She has hidden her inheritance from us, abstracted herself as feeling. Despair is an orange stroke on the sheets. It only self-resembles. To differ is to move, to refuse the frames. The scene of non-recognition proves less popular than reunion of mother and child. My mother didn't know me; she was Milarepa's pot.
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