‘the present object evokes the absent one, in its place.
Other of the there, who is there, there where light takes place without place, there where sounds resounds without duration, and so forth.
A witness in proportion to there being none, and there can be no witness of this blow that, we repeat, abolishes the periods, the surfaces of the archive. The tables of memory fall to dust, the blow has not passed.’
Jean-Francois Lyotard ‘The confession of Augustine’