For the space that engrosses the deject, the excluded, is never one, nor homogeneous, nor totalizable, but essentially divisible, fold-able, and catastrophic.
A deviser of territories, languages, works, the deject never stops demarcating his/her universe whose fluid confines- for they are constituted of a non-object, the abject- constantly question his solidity and impel him to start afresh.
A tireless builder, the deject is in short a stray. He is on a journey, during the night, dawn is always far away, the end of the night keeps receding
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