wait, forget

Where does forgetting begin? Where do memories end? Thinking about oblivion makes one aware of the impossibility of thinking about its own beginning. To think about forgetting is to think about remembering. This dialectic places waiting in the obvious place. In a conversation between a man and a woman, nothing is said and everything disappears.

…"Fiction," "Narrative," and "Criticism" are diminishing in Blanchot's world, so that in Waiting, Forgetting, only language itself is allowed to speak—no one's, neither fictional , not reflective, not the language of what has been spoken, nor the language of what is still unspoken, but "between them, like this place with a fixed void, the accumulation of things in their latent state ".

Thought goes astray silently, returning from itself to itself in waiting.

By waiting, things that leave thought return to thought that has gone astray.

Waiting is a lost place without losing direction, a wandering place without wanderers.