Excerpt from the Note-book Found in a Bottle – September the Sixth
The formulas jotted down, scribbled hastily seem to float on a watery surface. There is no glow, the graphite appears old and smeary and forgotten. Passing, I catch a fragment of a conversation – What is the grand plan? –
The question creates a rumbling instant in my head, much like an approaching messenger on a horse, desperately galloping down the hills of last late August – But the message to deliver is not written, is complicated, has to be well described, well painted, possibly relived, expanded throughout a lifetime.
But then the conversation turns more mundane and I move on. There are days in which I don’t know where I’m going and days in which my going is un-
Known [. . .]
Considering the condition of what appears to be page 206 (verso) of the Note-Book Found in a Bottle (abraded, with the bottom part missing almost entirely), it is not possible to establish with sufficient certainty whether the quoted text concludes here or continues on the following page. Page 207 summarises some astute reflections regarding the concept of daybreak, and stresses the importance of the never exhaustive, never extinguishing gamut of terms indicating an increase in light, which simultaneously means a decrease in darkness – the latter apparently passing less remarked-upon than the former.
