“Non-time imposes on time the tyranny of its spatiality: in every life there is
a north and a south, and the orient and the occident. At the extreme limit
or, at the least, at the crossroads, as one’s eyes fly over the seasons, there is
the unequal struggle of life and death, of fervor and lucidity, albeit one of
despair and collapse, the strength as well to face tomorrow. So goes every
life. So goes this book, between sun and shadow, between mountain and
mangrove, between dawn and dusk, stumbling and binary.
Time also to settle the score with several fantasies and a few phantoms.

from “i, laminaria…”