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• Sigh and Sign

  2 November 2006, by Quanan Shum
  ‘...it is all here this evening, I’m dead and getting born, without having ended, helpless to begin, that’s is my life.’ Samuel Beckett: Texts for nothing The city is sleeping in nothing. A sinking sound is heard, growing and crowning with a deep paling breath. A whole glut of summer rasped through me, burning deep in me. Abruptly I have a desire of jumping out onto the street. I run (…)