Blueprint for a House in Rural Maine That Is Meant to Be an Exact Copy of Another House That Was Destroyed in a Fire
Franziska Hofhansel
Everyone has already said this to you: you can never return anywhere to anyone. There is no place that awaits your arrival untouched. I can draw these lines for you. I can draw for you a simulacra of that which you most desire. I can draw you line after line. I can make the lines kiss. I can make them touch each other and I can make them almost touch each other which is almost better than touching: everyone knows this. What I cannot do for you is to return that which has been taken. I cannot make legible the violence of this world. I cannot give you a map of everything wrong. What would such a thing even look like? There would be lines everywhere and they would all be touching.
