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I have this certainty that space, for a being like me, is naturally limited. There can be no other reason why I am constantly being forced to move in a certain direction, and then forced to turn or twist or remain in line.

"I examine carefully each word as it is placed on top of the page and as I go over each one I contunually reaffirm that the words seem unchanged ...

(continue reading)

I will always wonder if anyone, something, will ever be able to understand these sentences, but as long as something, somewhere is able to understand them, it means that they exist. Or is it? …Do they exist? What do they mean to others? Why is it that something, somewhere is repeating them? (keep reading)

There is a reader, there was a writer, there is a text, coexisting here together, for a brief space of time, moving forward, possibly guided by a performer, in another dimension (continue reading)

I am uncapable of looking at myself, unable to contemplate myself, forced completely to contemplate exclusively the path that I am following: The one that carefully winds and twists and turns

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"... What holds this piece together? is it being contained inside a circle? Is it the fact that it is made using words, phrases which evoque feelings; invoke actions..."

"I am somehow forced to go back to be this that I am: a series of words that unavoidably keep on moving forward, generating a certain amount of meaning, while travelling across the available space"

...because I believe I am an independent line inside this space; and yet, I remain constrained by its shape and form, which forces me to switch directions in order to move forward.

"I am alive; briefly or not it does not matter; for how long it does not matter; since when is unimportant; the only relevant fact being that I am existing now, in this peculiar and unique shape and form"

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"Inicio, sabiendo que debo continuar siempre hacia el frente y hasta el instante en el cual el texto se desdoble"

"why is it that you are still reading the text? why is it that you are here too? to entertain yourself? seek knowledge, wisdom, peace of mind, hope, maybe?"

¿Qué debería revelarte si quisiera mostrarte un secreto? / What should I reveal if I wanted to show you a secret?

¿Cómo es que llegamos hasta este momento, en el cual avanzamos juntos sobre de palabras que forman distintas composiciones? ¿Qué nos trajo aquí? ¿La curiosidad, el miedo? ¿La frase previa?

I guess a natural conclusion could be that inside an infinite loop, the center lies everywhere; and therefore, one is constantly placed in its own center, regardless of its position or direction

Al concluir el texto, del texto no quedará más que breves recuerdos; imagenes instantáneas y luego el olvido.

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If I was to write about myself I would rather let the Algorithm do it for me. The Algorithm knows better who I am, what I am doing, where I have been, who is it that I interact with and who shall I become