008 · Parataxis
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Food is never anything but a collection of fragments, none of which appears privileged by an order of ingestion.1
To produce writing that is served like a plate of food. ‘A collection of fragments’. There is no hierarchy on the plate, no order of consumption. There is no set introduction or conclusion. More parataxis than hypotaxis. To taste a bit of that, then a bit of this. To return to that. Mix this and this. Themes peppered through the text. Will the work finally rest as words on a digital page? Documents, books, and linearity. Dream fragments disrupt thoughts and theory.Connect to larger narratives. Exploration of subject.
I have left trails of coincidences. Details that link the years. Carriers of emotion and mind.
The book is by its status obliged to progress.2