From the evening shift, (22.56 at the beginning), the last night of Object Retrieval; a note on being here.

People keep arriving (before the party started); answering with enthusiasm variations on questions we have been answering all week; the variations matter, the differences, the discrepancies, the unequivocality of similar (but never same) things. And this post is only a variation on all the other posts I have written. I knew that the outcome would always be this; me, tired, writing up a thought I have had before, rehearsing and rehearsing. We knew that to be here would be strange, maddening, dizzying, and that we would go further, and not as far, as we expected.