There may be a way of writing pity's presence. When we are moved to be beside ourselves. To be in many places at one time and above all to be linked to something larger. To be moved along this path, this is a writing towards an emotional engagement with what has moved us, what has past and is passing through us. These connections, they are an opening to each other. Through the appearance of a certain writing, which speaks with a wound and a depression, there may appear a pleasure which is worthwhile and for which we crave. Rather than recovering what has gone, writing alongside of what is lost. In a shadow, even. Admitting a depression, a gap of understanding. Touching, pitiable, affecting, tender, exciting pity or sympathetic sadness, inviting scorn because of shortcomings. All this is writing that sees itself and its own immersion in what it is not and what it has always been...