My entanglement comes from how a carpet is made of so many threads that I can’t resign myself to following just one; my ensnarement comes from how one story is made of many stories. And I can’t even tell them all.
| Clarice Lispector, The Disasters of Sofia
“The world is the closed door. It is a barrier. And at the same time it is the way through.
Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but it is also their means of communication. … Every separation is a link.”
There is no inside except as a folding of the outside; the mirror cracks, I am an other, and I always was.
– Mark Fisher, The Weird and the Eerie