Every beam of space is tightened into a knot of time, every fiber – into a stitch. A spider-orifice, this hole in the belly whence time passes through. We are the dis-paired, the paired children of time, our cobweb is the insect-star dissemination, our vice is the section of the event. There, under the meteor shower, is the section of the event. There, under the meteor shower, we unfold the feathery fan of the comet.
Thus, weather manifests as existential alter-temporality: it is the weather of potentiality as opposed to the time of actuality.
The weather of our potentiality.
Hence, we are obsessed with meteorology: our shared obsession is a symptom of our co-partiality, or even our complicity with the weather of fluids, with the unpredictable and potent weather of meteors. We are accomplices of the fluids and the meteors.
We are meteors.
The weather of meteors is ripe with (unconditional) contingency, with (fatal) exigency, with energy and with beauty.