Memory makes things felt, heard and seen rise into the
light, a bit the way a bolus of grass rises again in a ruminant. It may be
chewed, but it is neither digested nor transformed. (Boulez) | lit.salon
“Memory makes things felt, heard and seen rise into the
light, a bit the way a bolus of grass rises again in a ruminant. It may be
chewed, but it is neither digested nor transformed. (Boulez)”