Synaesthesia is the obliviousness of any definition. Beyond the bounds of a metaphor lies the next metaphor, the same way that beyond one word lies another. Beyond memory, however, only the memory-producing machine reveals itself, i.e., the structure of a sign that consists of a trace, that fits into a trace. Thunder is neither the essence of lightning, nor its signifier. By calling time beautiful, horrifying, or sour we only reaffirm our helplessness before the speed of the discord of invisible substances.
Vision is also a linguistic procedure, a process of description, differentiation.
Every journey is a message to the past. Svistonov lay in bed reading, i.e., writing, as for him it was the same. He marked a paragraph in red pencil, and in black, entered its altered version in his manuscript. He did not care about the meaning of the whole and the coherence of all. One can only regret the fact that none of Svistonov's books have yet been published.