You're asking about the doors
and why they're opening and closing
and why Kafka's path - beginning middle end -
had to have been put down simultanously
as if corroborated by footage
that didn't exist . . .
So a walk in the garden among the peerless
the moment you realize
the connections that the writer/director
had diligently worked out
in the late hours of their mind . . .
It's not so much the expansion
of thoughts as it is the extension . . .
the detritus of the day-to-day
with meanderers choosing happiness . . .
aloud no less so that others might appreciate
their impulsivity and the seedlings
scattering in time to the second movement
of the drama that's unfolding
in your backstory despite the missing pages . . .
But there's time . . . yes, there's time . . .
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| Paolo Roversi |