What I was trying to do was to reintroduce a closeness, trying to get the text to penetrate that whole series of conceptions and ideas and images that hang like a sky above reality, or cling to it like a membrane enclosing the eye, to reach into the reality of the human body and the frailty of the flesh, but not in any general way because generality is a relative of the ideal, it doesn’t exist, only the particular exists, and since the particular in this case happens to be me, that was what I wrote about. That’s how it is. It was the only goal I had, and that’s the reality of the matter.
KOK manifesto
