They must communicate. They must be made to. Though this would seem to entail there was something futile and something excessive about writing about photographs, about saying what is there to be seen, few have been deterred. The stakes are too high. Meaning might escape us.
Repetition is compelled.
Nothing can be left unattached. The photograph must be spoken for. Now , we do indeed have something excessive and futile and all the more violent for that. And so, from Sebald's almost unbearable restraint, it is to this violence of meaning I must move.