By the time you open a letter of mine and accept its truth, I am already somewhere else. When I read your letters, I am actually inside a moment of yours that has passed; I am with you inside a time you are no longer inhabiting. This works out to each of us being faithful to each other’s abandoned moments. . .
(Grossman, D, 2002: be my knife)
(Grossman, D, 2002: be my knife)
Salvador Dali's melting watch
