Memory is the seamstress, and a very fine seamstress at that. Memory makes the needle run in and out, up and down and to and fro. We know not what comes next, what will come later | 2007
Something has disappeared that is very little and, because of it, infinitely much | 2004 (In Progress)
Our soul, as you know, is a house arranged thusly, not infrequently with windows that look out onto every side | 2014-16
