Sheaves of pixels, as tracer bullets, hatched in words on the screen. Glitter vibratory impulses of pixels arranged in lines of scrolling text on the screen from bottom to top, all occasioned curious visual effects: retinal persistence as a ghostly neon halo keyboard.
I retyped all my handwritten notes. It was neither more nor less than to define a new geometry of language, lexical resources and syntactic dogmas that would be able to make me switch from linear narrative to writing asymmetrical. Contextualization sieved Mandelbrot of fractal linguistics. The cultivation of a garden path narrative forking . Given the objective, the work had already started very badly.
I plunged into the magma semiotics, trying to make me an interpreter. Explorer and cartographer of the region occupied by the signs and when nothing was, at the time, readable. Researcher comprehensibility in this web of relationships opaque vast network of hidden forces like those that turn a lump of coal into sparkling diamonds.
It was about pushing the limits and live tirelessly this nebula periphery in search of the single pass leading to the distant and fertile ground where new forms uncompromising resident. The sensations, the impressions were juxtaposed with false starts, dead babies paragraphs were scanned immediately add up to a patchwork miscarriages. Many vanishing quickly dried up.
exhausted, I gave up.
The Word file deleted, I went out in the cold, the manuscript pages in the arm. Bic lighter and a paper bag found on the floor, where the smell came from a recently eaten kebab, allow me to light a fire in a metal container which was lying against the entry the bistro Sidi Bou Said. I tore the pages a manuscript and threw them in the trash. Every few pages gave rise to a cloud of sparks from which flowed the leaves scatterbrained that circled above the receptacle in movements of inflamed dervishes before rising into the night sky. Lukewarm flakes of black ash silent snow around me. Confetti congruent.
1: I remember the squared pages, somewhat jagged, which were crossed by the paws of a write up of tiny angular glyphs. One would have thought paths caused by a parade of critters scholarly or by caterpillars inked an armada of nano-armor.
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