Estimate

Just had the strangest sensation, reading Faiza's blog. A time disconnect, as if reading from several years in the future, the past. And then I realised what it was - the language of translation. It's something about translated texts I think, a sort of gauze that falls across thoughts, like time, like a web, several pairs of eyes reproducing distance.

Eventually, we'll phase war out (or perish). And who knows, perhaps sooner then later.