That he was having tea at five o'clock in the afternoon

 Dirty metaphors not fit for reading

Hands in hands follow one another without interruption as if it were possible in oblivion to write against the remains invented by the tricks of the mind. They have no doubts like all the doubts that they themselves without shame in their certainty doubt like those that during the iron faith doubt without doubting that the same doubt in its own certainty doubts. That he was having tea at five o'clock in the afternoon in a gloomy little English room like the one where nothing happens in the world that from there moves to the incessant rhythm of the rough seas. They come and go loaded with sails of winds and water from other places whose origins are already unknown to them after dragging hunger for centuries.

Autobiographies. Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.