The Semiotics of Sloth
Now I am in front of a rock. It splits. No, it is no longer split. It is as before. Again it is split in two. No it is not split at all. It splits once more. Once more no longer split, and this goes on indefinitely. Rock intact, then split, then rock intact, then split, then rock intact, then split, then rock intact, then split… .
Henri Michaux, Miserable Miracle (1956)
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