“Because it is impossible to just live and die, we have to last, to hold on to the moment.
The vanishing point contains the being and its end.
The motionless being waits, and at its centre
a pure and unchanging vision, a vision like a vertebra.
The body is overwhelmed by a strange and deep affliction, the waiting goes on. Waiting as a substance secreted and reabsorbed
And every fibre of which covers every corner of our being.
The vanishing point is also the being projected through all times and spaces, in pursuit of its whole and absolute image. Lastly, a vanishing point as an indispensable void,
a hole in the universe.”