Connect the lines and form the figure:

1. In my text “Windows for Time” I end by telling you, in a postscript, that my biggest paranoia is that when I write, I don’t know if what I write was written by me or if I stole it from all the texts I read.

2. Then I sent you another text, “The Vice of Noting,” where I say let’s steal, steal, steal (or something like that, but to understand it better you’d have to come to the workshop I’m inviting you to, precisely, in that text).

3. Yesterday at the poetry cycle, during a short break, a friend told me that this poem by Ana Martins Marques couldn't be more me:

GOOD IDEA FOR A POEM

I jotted down a phrase in a notebook

I found it some time later

it seemed like a good idea for a poem

I wrote it quickly

a strange thing

shortly after it occurred to me that the phrase noted in the notebook

seemed like a quote

I thought I remembered copying it from a poem

I thought I remembered reading the poem in a magazine

I looked in all the magazines

there are many

I didn't find it

I thought: if I hadn't remembered that the phrase wasn't mine

would it be mine?

I thought: if I remembered where I read all the phrases I've written

would any of them be mine?

I thought: if no one notices, is it plagiarism?

I thought: should I get rid of the poem?

I thought: is the poem really that good?

I thought: words change skin, how much I've stolen for love, in how many books I've already read stories about the two of us

I thought: the poem wasn't even that good

4. This is my emoji of the moment: 🐝