Trackless

To learn from what writing, from what you have written; to follow your own tracks in the snow. Until – no tracks, and no way forward. Snow without tracks, unmarked pages.

‘Was it here I disappeared?’ – ‘It was here you stopped disappearing. Here when your absence could no longer be hidden. – ‘Was it here I lost the ability to write?’ – ‘Rather that that inability spoke of writing’s own inability; that your malaise became the malaise of writing, and it spoke, rather than you’.

Writing without writing. The suspension, the droop of writing. And you fall from yourself, too. Who are you, non-writer? Who are you, unable to mark the page? But the days go forward nonetheless. Writing, without writing, continues to go forward.

‘I would like to write’. – ‘You cannot write’. – ‘I would like to begin’. – ‘But writing has already begun’.