It is always a question of time, of marking the starting point of the sequence, the beginning.
(You just need to believe you are unique for everything to be included in your frame of reference). So we said “I”, and proclaimed “now” and announced “zero”, because we believed so. We need to believe it to transcend the cut. Because there was a cut. In fact, we live from cut to cut.
A matter of time, or simply a questioning.
And we started asking questions to know, in order to separate the void. Proud enquiries trying for salvation, attempting to bury fears in tidy fields of letters (most of all not crying). Because there were fears. In fact we live from fear to fear.
We asked and we named (the two frontiers of human territory), moving pieces in the desert, from one corner to the other. A sort of perpetual mental nomadism, pretentious in its obstinacy. But carrying as many answers as possible (because of the cut). But leaving as many questions as possible (because of the fears).
We saw and we named, we questioned in order to know. But was that really what we did?
Is that what we do? I mean, are we prepared to see, are we able to know, or do we simply pre-see when we think we are seeing, confirm when we think we are questioning? Are the memories, calls from the present to the past, or are they demands from the past to the present? Understanding height as depth upwards is another way of completing the world, isn’t it?
We only transit anachronism.
We will continue naming, we will continue questioning. Like caged animals crawling from word to word, carrying loneliness on our backs, we will permanently migrate from land to land, setting vain borders to our territory. We have to name, we have to interrogate. But arrogance is not the answer.
This text is a question.