28 February 2007, Wednesday. Morning sun, blue sky. Sparkling light on all the hoods and trunks in 7-eleven lot. Two older Asian women passing by just in front, side by side, engaged. The long green Transbay Express rumbles up Solano...clicking tumble of copier just behind. Reading one paragraph of Sebald last night: a small Rembrandt, from the Dublin collection--point of illumination within the darkness. The Flight into Egypt--Joseph and Mary and even the donkey, all unseen. Yesterday, with Hojin and Nathaniel--looking on the screen for site of the Battle of Austerlitz... Moravian countryside, to the east of Brno. A prominent hill, to the left of the highway...dirt track to the top--unexpected marker, cast in bronze, commemorating what took place: December, 1805. Google map, google hybrid, back and forth--towards some kind of meaning--also invisible. Dylan's face in the Scorcese--so open and immediate. Wanderer and gypsy--a shaman, too. Shape-shifter...
"And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain..."
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