It is enough to say that each one, in his or her own way, produces a dense veil of meaning before that real which is still there, every morning, returning to the same place. 1
The text above reminds me of a comic strip called Red Meat where a character named Bug Eued Earl asks a question about the real.
Ana Cecilia González, counter-continuity, July 11th, 2020|LRO 238↩