In the underworld of the books

 Yes on your journey. In the underworld of the books. Splashing at risk and loss. About the name-bril. The navel of what is written, and said by the invisible narrator, perhaps, hidden between the roots of the leaves next to the glue on the covers. In the underworld of the books, they sound, they smile, they shudder. They splash in the tunnels of the drains. Dirt spills onto the pale rectangular sheets of paper.

Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.