I looked at my arm. The dash was gone. In its place, a single word, tattooed in a script I could not read but understood with my spleen:
The dash was a door. And behind it, a library. i--- Mircea Cartarescu Theodoros Pdf
Each dash was a breath I had forgotten to take. Each missing word was a decision I had avoided. Theodoros was not a name but a condition: the state of being both the arrow and the target, the wound and the bandage. I closed the book, and the librarian smiled. His teeth were piano keys playing a nocturne by Scriabin. I looked at my arm
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The dash, I now know, is the most honest punctuation. It says: I am not a period. I am not a question. I am the place where meaning hesitates, where the body pauses to remember it is made of paper and glue and the crushed wings of extinct butterflies.