Time kills death transitively in its furious specularity, it stirs in the empty tomb of time itself

 “The first day of the cell phone is the third child, the second child, the adult, and the third, right now” Split the entrails of temporality disordered loosely disconnected to completely clear attention from the sensation of pain the enchantment attached to a sensorial impression the double accounting of time whoever repeats the same thing feigning memory disorders il ne comprend pas l'insense time does not understand the senselessness of its essence its flesh without erotic effect or pleasure provokes time tormented by death it kills transitively in its furious specularity it stirs in the empty tomb of time itself