We hear without eyes,
we scratch
the night with our eyelashes.

The always singular body of the other:
every time a history, a memory,
sensations, scars ways of perceiving --
in sum of reading the book of the world
with one's body.
hélène cixous, rootprints, 54, 55.

And the never singular body
of those others, the never-ending passage
of (inter)textual entities, both
human and non- ...
Always several, many, myriad ...

And this body,
which seems at times whole, is shattered
upon the pavement of time and space and the unknown
with which it will never intersect ...
the dreams with which it does not yet know it has enmeshed.