Who has never contemplated drops of water seeking their path down a windowpane? Drops of water fall on a glass stele; they do not seem to be moving randomly, they wander, follow invisible bends and form letters and parts of letters; they provide glimpses of words, a sentence*, the epitaph of a thinker, Félix Guattari.
Sentence, in french, from the poem "Absence" by Carlos Drummond De Andrade, in La Machine du monde et autres poèmes, Ed. Gallimard, Paris, p. 384.