On The Verge

“It is always this: there is a thing that is there, a thing made of writing, a solid (digital) material object, which cannot be changed, and through this thing we measure ourselves against something else that is not present, something else that belongs to the immaterial, invisible world, because it can only be thought, imagined, or because it was once and is no longer, past, lost, unattainable, in the land of the dead … “

Italo Calvino: If On A Winter’s Night a Traveller

Almost there, almost on the verge

Almost there, almost on the verge

One more step, just one more step

One more step, just one more step

And we fly.

Maybe we’re walking, maybe we’re standing still

Chains around our ankles, chains around our wills

One more step, just one more step

One more step, just one more step

And we fly.

Look around, look at the shadows, stretching behind, in front, as the sun descends. Long, languid, large, taller than the houses, the trees, taller than our souls. If we got close enough to the sun our shadows would engulf the world.

Almost there, almost on the verge

Almost there, almost on the verge

One more step, just one more step

One more step, just one more step

And we fly.

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