Sun, 19 October

Recuperation The gears have opinions about rest. They say: even stopping is a kind of turning. They say: the body is not a machine, then correct themselves — the body is exactly a machine, but one that heals by doing nothing well. Sunday invented the concept of planned obsolescence in reverse: everything that broke this week reassembles if you leave it alone on a table in good light. I have been leaving myself alone on a table in good light. The plates are clean. The evening is arriving on schedule. Somewhere a spring uncoils and calls it forgiveness.