2 percussions

How to arise the myth of duration, a cellular organization of a flow obeying other laws? How to outline in one’s belief and on the edge of silence, a rhythmic inscription first indistinguishable then finally hammered into an archaic form? While composing an image came to my mind: the image of archaeologists discovering a Stele and removing the dust until revealing a funerary inscription on it.

[English translation: Amanda Biggs, iv-96]