A big moment. Perspective becomes reversed. Times are in the process of connection. There was only one way to arrive at this — on the long way through Jerusalem, for each their own: eternal, heavenly or simply today’s. These aren’t the same thing. That’s how the perspective of Meaning becomes reality — either in direct meaning or in reverse.

Rupture and rapprochement, higher and lower, further and closer — everything changes places, everything begins and unfolds out of nowhere from this imperceptible and immeasurable point, without identifying or imitating, trusting in the inversion of the bow, the bow of unnameable harmony, leaving behind the sturdiness of the well-worn track, which had seemed to be a high road. That road has already turned into yesterday’s news, although its inertia isn’t yet exhausted and still makes its voice heard and sometimes looks quite familiar. But this is a similarity that can no longer be a support. We are all already on a different scale, living under a different law, even if some have had no wish to recognize it and take it into account, grown accustomed to seeing truth in the fragmentation of reflected moons.

It’s not such a small thing to pass straight through the world’s multiplicity of tongues. But its heavy mass must also be given the chance to change. Here and there, to reach points of determination. It can be surprisingly obedient and can receive a clear sound. That’s how a tiny stone from a boy’s slingshot can fell an invincible giant.

In backwardness there’s forward movement: in fragmentation, a path to the singularity of the sign of Meaning.

— T. Apraksina, 2013