This is nothing, just a rereading.

This is an incomplete conversation constructed by you and o, who (will) put words in each other’s mouths, it might—or might not—fill the whole timeslot. How would you like to position yourself with texts? When do you want to whisper texts into fragmented sentences? Do you want to edit yourself out of words? How would you like a foreword to pleasure you? 

Will you intertwine yourself with a textual affair? An intertwinement: annotate and arrange, reannotate and rearrange: it is an unfolding index that wants to speak but—words just don’t come easy. 

An “o” that o—what do y(o)u mean by that? —Let’s reread…
Come over, bring nothing, 9th April, 2:30pm. Pass the word. 

Before you reread, consider these three texts:

Mark my words, that’s all that I have. Mark my words, give you all I got. —Mark My Words (2015), Justin Bieber

This is the last time that I will say these words. Something I wasn’t sure of. Your one last line. And I, no, I don’t mind. —This is The Last Time (2003), Keane

重合劍釵修補破鏡 只有寄情戲曲與文字…我叫天搶地誰過問?— 傳說 (1987), Raidas