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Chad Hartigan. “Little Fish”. 2020

“… So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon…”

A veces la des-memorización automática, involuntaria, cuasi-patológica es el puente de seguridad neo-dimensional para recuperar metamorfoseada, transformada la experiencia caduca en un territorio de lo posible de inocencia amnésica, desde una teoría de las catástrofes anómica, desde la certidumbre de lo re-ignoto, incierto.