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`HE WRITES TO ME ABOUT the experience of being in several places when he is walking through a city. The physical space, but also the overlapping spaces of dreams, memories, and desires. He observes that the possibilities of any city are infinite, often frightening in the variety of combinations they present:
The city sirens
Passing shadows of birds
Blood on a staircase
HE SENDS ME A PHOTOGRAPH of a man stepping in and out of the shadows of a colonnaded arcade somewhere in Europe (Turin? Madrid? Prague?). On the back, in pencil, he observes that it is as if the play of light and shadow is like the interrupted flickering of a reel of film -- 24 frames per second -- in whose black interstices the man is about to lose himself.
ON THE THRESHOLD of oneself , about to become someone else, someone other, do all the borders crossed cancel us out, reducing us to zero?'