Page 206

The ritual grows more coherent here, as Marie admits she wants more of the weight and Jauqeline translates the whole act into a language of ashes, dust, and return.

What begins as eccentric performance starts to become a genuine communal meditation. Each speaker bends the scene toward their own worldview, but the shared effort to move pain into form keeps them briefly aligned.

Montreal warns the 'sensation does not forget memory; or let the imagination of the future be trampled by sleep walking,' and Marie, drawing the age gap ('you are young, I am old'), makes the page's strange turn - 'I can not see the weight I have... for I would like more of it' - so the burden becomes something desired rather than shed. He reframes the work as craft: 'to think in terms of the reality of the weight is the first step before making it into a form we can put our hands on to lift it off,' and even lifting raises the next question of 'where it is going to be put back down.' Jauqeline, earlier a heckler's ally, now joins the ceremony with 'Put it in the fire Sir... Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and then return as a flower,' and Montreal simply 'looked at Jaqueline.' This reading remains provisional because a larger lower handwritten passage after that line is unresolved and was omitted.