Ανασκαφές, Μέρος Δεύτερο
Και συνεχίζουμε. Για το παρακάτω κείμενο δεν έχω ακριβή ημερομηνία, αλλά γράφτηκε σίγουρα κάπου στα τέλη του Οκτώβρη του 2007, σαν "συνέχεια" του προηγούμενου: " Hey, little voice of the night. Your resort is opened and it awaits you. The resort is a dark, dusty semibasement. You cannot notice its messiness due to the dim light. There is a vent confronting east. Each morning I gaze the specks of dust and their brassy dances in the light. In fact, you cannot be sure what time it is in this room. Besides, it doesn't matter. Time is represented by numbers. I don't need numbers in my room. They cannot count feelings, knowledge, pain. They cannot express who you are and how much you love. So the light- it reveals the minor things that we cannot notice. Light here? I think that I let it enter this place in order to give myself the opportunity of arguing it. Light is pitiless. You cannot hide anything when light touches you. One of the most tragic moments of t...