“The turn”: pet the cat, read a few pages, shoo the cat off to his own bed, reach behind me to turn off the light, then “turn” onto my left side, facing back of the couch, after which I am soon fast asleep. As I performed the operation this time, it clicked how exactly this resembled the operation of the previous night, an “eternalreturnality” becoming pronounced, so that the couch back had a resemblance to a box corner, a box that straddled the whole of the past two days.

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