echo

Like crystal, metal and many other substances I am a sonorous being.
Yet the vibration ot me I hear from within.
I hear with my throat.

If I am close enough to someone talking, to hear her or his breath, to hear the effervescence or the fatigue, I attend in them almost as I do in myself, the terrifying birth of vociferation.

Just as there is a reflexivity of touch, of the view, of the movements, of tactility, vision,
so is there also a reflexivity of the movements of phonation and hearing

they have their sonorous inscription and the emergence of the flesh are the point of insertion of speaking and thinking in the world of silence.