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SepLarge extensions of petrified something (micro-tales, 8)
For more than twelve days, my computer screen has been showing this image. I took it some time ago, maybe two years ago. I know I could figure out the exact date, the precise time, and even the particular people whom I was travelling with. All those details, but the personals ones, are still registered in the photograph's metadata. They lack of interest.
The only datum one needs to know is that somewhere in this image, there is a large extension of petrified salt. Beyond this mass of salt, a horizon opens up, closing the north of somebody's perception like an accountant closes the year's books: with no other hope than transition, with no other concern than the impossibility to reach the opening horizon -always far away, in an eternal aporia of salt.
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