A seductive serenity floats within the eyes, a controlled eroticism. A captivating stare, Danielle Steele might say. Ambiguous stares distract the focal point, creating a game of coming and going which unsettles speech. A face, a rictus, an attitude, to notice what once was, to generate a tracing. Of course the tracing sometimes breaks and only what was beneath remains.
Inverted projection is vision.
My hand falls limp on the bed or on the pillow. Suddenly I see it and it is the hand of the baby that moves beneath water. It is a hand and it is inside my body in that monotonous visceral stroll. In its constant beating, it is a movement vibrating and proximate. It is dream, delight, aftertaste, condolence, nostalgia, and return.