it is a bone-land; it is the glittering place beloved by the nomadic dead. language
asserts and cancels itself, names the world then erases the name,
and in this restlessness one glimpses the aptness of confusion before the ungraspable
diversity of here. silence. the look goes on. the breaking up of language, language drawn
into the reversal of language, is the speech of desire beating against the silence
of the confusing land.

tim lilburn,
living in the world as if it were home.