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The labyrinth… is a wall, it serves as a barrier, but topologically the labyrinth contains nothing, there is no place where the wall closes itself, no separation of interior from exterior.
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The interior is a temporal distinction. The wall is functional without being actual.
What detains or imprisons the wanderer is mere delay.
The maze is a barrier that is also an occupation, and is one only by virtue of being the other -not a walled-off place, but walled-off time.
That is what I think of, suddenly, as my "idea” about the labyrinth. I try to remember something about Theseus but instead visualize Jack Torrance with the fire ax, here's Johnny.
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Cyrus Console, Romanian Notebook​​​
Sans Soleil, Chris Marker
1983
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