I’m trying to say this particular thing, only I don’t know what it is, only I have this sense that I will know it if I say it, only I don’t believe I’ll ever say it, because it is not sayable, nor is it even anything, but rather fog, in that fog is always, no matter where one stands, elsewhere.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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