Someday life will ask to die

One day he will ask for life to die so as never to see the fall of the blade of death. The present is lived (through) (as a bad memory) (under the prism of a bad memory); not with the new color of the present, its joy of present enjoyment, bodily activity of blessed comfort. Vividly present in the eyes of the past, in their old pupils, in the rancid wear of having looked. The present is lived without true awareness of being, imperceptible volatile fluid. ... Without weight or exact density. In a memory that feigns life. Authentic fiction of being. Fiction recreated from memory. True fictional past revived from the corpses of time.

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