The Art of Tetman Callis

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Felis nocturnis

July 28th, 2011 · 3 Comments

“Everyone is stuck within himself, within the day to which he wakes up, the hour which belongs to him, or the moment.  Somewhere in the semidarkness of a kitchen coffee is brewing, the cook is not there, the dirty glare of a flame dances on the floor.  Time deceived by silence flows backward for a while, retreats, and in those uncounted moments night returns and swells the undulating fur of a cat.” – Bruno Schulz, Sanatorium Under the Sign of the Hourglass (trans. Wieniewska)

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3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Catherine // Jul 28, 2011 at 11:25 pm

    I think this is where I am right now.

  • 2 Tetman Callis // Jul 29, 2011 at 5:13 am

    Is it a good place?

  • 3 Catherine // Jul 29, 2011 at 7:00 am

    Sometimes I wish I could prolong it. Often, in fact.

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