The Picture: A Work of Theory and Fiction

Excerpt from THE PICTURE: A WORK OF THEORY AND FICTION "Johannes's face had always escaped my retention; it was unassignable like a blue flame moving. When we were in direct orbit, I would look upon it resolutely; a mariner lost in the task of stargazing, but remembered nothing after he had turned his attention away: neither his tint nor his dimpled grooves had I kept. His changing aspects were those unsettled lands that fell off the edge of the map. "