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460 pages
First published January 1, 2007
There are concepts that cannot be imagined but can be named. Having received a name, they change, they flow into a different entity, and cease to correspond to the name, and then they can be given another, different name, and this process鈥� the spellbinding process of creation鈥� is indefinite: this is the word that names it, and this is the word that signifies. A concept as an organism, and text as the universe.
Sasha thought of life as a collection of identical days. To her, existence consisted of days, and each day seemed to run like a circular ribbon鈥攐r, better yet, a bike chain, moving evenly over the cogs. Click鈥攁nother change of speed, days became a little different, but they still flowed, still repeated, and that very monotony concealed the meaning of life鈥�
鈥淵ou鈥檝e just seen me?鈥� Portnov sounded surprised. 鈥淵ou manifest entities, read highly complex informational structures, and you鈥檝e only just seen me?鈥�
Sasha managed a shallow nod, and then shut her eyes, trying to drive the tears back into her eyes.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 the matter?鈥� now Portnov sounded worried. 鈥淪asha?鈥�
鈥淵ou are not human,鈥� Sasha whispered.
鈥淪o? Neither are you.鈥�
鈥淏ut I had been human. I had been a child. I remember that. I remember being loved.鈥�
鈥淒oes it matter to you?鈥�
鈥淚 remember it.鈥�