What day is this? The first day, the supernumerary day. The page that has dropped out of the calender. What day is it?
Dawn, the head of the day. Why get up early? To catch the day’s arrival – to be there as it comes to itself. You will have at least seen it appear, you for whom later the day will come apart. But isn’t that also the day: dispersal, the stagnancy of time? Is that what is dawning today, in the return of the first day, not the beginning, now, but the day as interruption – the first day as the last day, as the coming apart of days?
‘When will you come?’ – ‘On the last day, the very last’. – ‘When will you come?’ – ‘When you have exhausted waiting, when no one waits for me’.
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