To be is to change for how can something that never changes itself or others be said to exist? one might as well call it even with nothingness To change is to die for something else always results something always is no more To die is to birth for something else always results something new always is
This strange text above was inspired by Greg Egan, who has in a few months become my favorite author, and who in all his novels I’ve read — Schild’s Ladder, Permutation City, Diaspora — is obsessed by identity in far deeper and more interesting ways than everything I’d found, thought, or imagined before — how to grow up without being replaced by a stranger, asks Tchicaya? how to be immortal without changing to death, asks Peer? how not to unravel without bounding oneself, asks Yatima?