The book, where we’re hidden. We who know what Auschwitz is (“2/3 of millennials” don’t). One gets a book from, the total corporation presumably responsible for the demise of the bricks-and-mortar bookstores of our cities. What of the mind, the very shape of thought? The book should have arms and legs. One thinks of the Illustrated Guide to Paris, how often that book itself thinks us. In the market stall, one hesitates before “a book as dazzling as an Indian handkerchief or shawl.” Is my own incompletion of thinking the book itself bibliographic? If so, the book qualifies as its own dispersal. If the book is a technology, this is therefore a technological dispersal, an enhanced incompletion or questioning. The question of the book as the perfectly-timed question of the ruin.

—Tim Roberts

Tim Roberts is the author of The Reaganites (BlazeVOX, 2018), praised by Johanna Drucker as a “monstrous demonstration of the bloat conditions of our world,” and Drizzle Pocket (BlazeVOX, 2011), praised by Tan Lin as a “beautiful and exhilarating expression of the structures that feelings form,” and is director of the publisher and exhibition space Counterpath.