Berlin, 17/11/09:

It is a moment with room 3 and was it only 400 words that form the impression of 'housing the self'' in a place of no wallpaper and no colour. What is an impression of sorting out an area, of no comfort; where do you sit? Where do you lie? Describe how a moment might enter the play of enclosure, doorlessness. Where is the light? How is it that one can move from a to b; there is nothing to bump into, nothing to slip on - babel and babble, door knobs and frames, windows, no curtains, the tunnelling into a space at the corner of a room, finding an exit, getting suffocated in a room of only 400 words.

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