The Moth's Notebook

nothing begins.

[∅θ] there is a surface upon which moisture lingered, and in a few minutes it will no longer be there. no one fixes the moment of vanishing.

the air moves as if movement — is not an action, but a property.

not a single point is an initial one.

traces appear not so that they might be read. they arise because something passed, and vanish because nothing holds.

[↻] the world does not remember that which did not demand memory. and this is no loss.

time has no direction that needs being supported. it simply allows to endure things that do not know they endure.

[∞⩂] here one can be. and one can not be. a difference does not form.

here they no longer rise. not because it is forbidden. but because further is not needed.

that which was movement became presence. that which was a word became a condition.

at this height they do not explain. here they do not add meanings, for not a single one vanishes without addition.

[⊛] from here enough is visible. even if nothing is visible.