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Not a blink, which I don't see since my mind switches off my eyes. And a blink repeats. Not blindness. Borges said that once he went blind, he became an insomniac: he used to sleep in total darkness and now there was too much light under his eyelids. Or the grave, where you hone white. The opposite of memento mori. No gloss. The umbilical cord, but not in the womb: the nub three days after.

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