Notes
A Conversation
“Do you know what you see?” she asked.
“No,” he answered.
“This is my heart.”
The unknown is an abstraction; the known, a desert; but what is half-known, half-seen, is the perfect breeding ground for desire and hallucination.
-Juan Jose Saer, The Witness
I am learning to see.
—Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
