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The writing of a book gets under way when the writer discovers that he is magnetized in a certain direction, toward a certain arc of the circumference, which is sometimes minimal, delimitable within a few degrees. Then everything he comes across — even a poster or a sign or a newspaper headline or words heard by chance in a cafĂ© or in a dream — is deposited in a protected area like material waiting to be elaborated.
Roberto Calasso, La Folie Baudelaire

Anyway, Merry Christmas!

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For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know! I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body. Convinced of this, I know that I will remain, and I will continue with all of you for your progress and joy in the faith, so that through my being with you again your boasting in Christ Jesus will abound on account of me.
Philippians 1:21-26

I was thinking the other day about Art and how though I think I’d kind of questioned it or given up on it, it has shaped me. Photographs really permanently palpably changed me.

It would be hubris for me to echo all Paul claims, and I don’t mean to do so, but still, it makes sense right now.

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