I wish that a narration were possible. Right now, it’s not. I dream [, not of managing, one day, to recount this legacy, this past experience, this history, but at least] of giving a narrative account of it among other possible accounts. But, in order to get there, I’d have to undertake a particular kind of work, I’d have to set out on an adventure that up until now I’ve not managed. To invent, to invent a language, to invent modes of anamnesis.