Book of the day. Nadie (José Angel Valente). 1997. Private stock.

I almost didn't read a book today. I started In Memory of my Theories in the morning then was interrupted and started to read other things. I'll come back to the Rod Smith a little later.

"You sleep in your night submerged. You are at peace. I claw at the frozen walls of your absence, the walls ungrooved by the time that cannot endure below your eyelids. You ash. I blood. Your voice a light leaf. This song stony. You are no longer even you. I, your absence. I a memory of you, tenuous, distant, that you will never be able to remember me again."