It’s getting dark now and I’m not in the mood to write anymore. The letters make physical marks on the paper itself. Each sheet contains between 8 and 14 layers of text on top of each other. Everything is text ie words and fragments of sentences. How to tell something that cannot be told. The work about hearing the voice of a voice for several years and to write long enough on each A4, stating that the text would still feel like text but be impossible to interpret. The significance of the words does not derive, at least not primarily, from the meaning of individual words and their specific combinations; the text fragments function as traces of traces of a language, a language that perhaps does not exist in a manifest form, and, thereby, can only be traced as traces of traces / and is inexplicit.