“Memory,” writes D.N. Rodowick in Gilles Deleuze’s Time Machine, “is not what is recalled, it is rather that which returns.” There are a few books that I always come back to. Or rather, that seem to return to me no matter how much time has passed. If I think I’ve forgotten them. These books move through the body-environment in a speci…
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