Wherein an author meditates on their own symptomatic fatigue induced as it were by the all-pervasive, inexorable, intensive, relentless, infinitely demanding, inescapable, not-to-be-denied-or-really-evendeferred reflection on visuality and then listlessly engages in a possibly futile attempt to reckon visuality beyond all reckoning and thus glimpse its incorrigible capture of nearly All.

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