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• #Ulysse 580
  7 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Ineluctable modality of the visible : at least that if no more, thought through my eyes.

• #Ulysse 584
  11 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it howsomever. I am, a stride at a time.

• #Ulysse 588
  15 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  My two feet in his boots are at the ends of his legs, nebeneinander. Sounds solid : made by the mallet of Los Demiurgos.

• #Ulysse 589
  16 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand ?

• #Ulysse 582
  9 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Then he was aware of them bodies before of them coloured. How ? By knocking his sconce against them, sure. Go easy.

• #Ulysse 583
  10 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in ? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.

• #Ulysse 586
  13 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Open your eyes. No. Jesus ! If I fell over a cliff that beetles o’er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably !

• #Ulysse 590
  17 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Crush, crack, crick, crick. Wild sea money. Dominie Deasy kens them a’. Won’t you come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare ?

• #Ulysse 581
  8 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust : coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds : in bodies.

• #Ulysse 587
  14 septembre 2013, par Guillaume Vissac

  I am getting on nicely in the dark. My ash sword hangs at my side. Tap with it : they do.