A Report

The posts progress, that is, if you can see these in a state of progression. I do not claim they get any better. I say only that more and more words come, one after the other.

That may be progress but not in the sense of them leading somewhere. I must mean progress in the sense of all these words leading away from you; clauses and paragraphs take me steps and leaps away from your name or from every between-the-lines, every namelessness, where truly your name resides as a half-breath or a sigh or an asphyxiation, that is, a violet-faced suffocation that I must, must, must overcome, gasping, with another line. With more coinages and phraseologies.

However, here again, I mention you. Now, therefore, definitely, I doubt any new development.