Given: what’s been given, over and over again, from being given before we ever really get to see just what we have here. “There,” a fit that starts by tracing, hearing, saying, ciphering, trusting a word (before seeing any of its views), disorienting rather the listener. Whinnying with all the marks made of howls, hollows {}. {Here} any view or any viewer—the voyeur—has already been cast-out, pushed too-far-in…. Too somewhere, built like looking at Duchamp’s Étant donnés from ‘both sides,’ without access to any side unless it’s all of them at once—or without using either of the peepholes [correctly]. Or, without eyes. A looking curved towards a blindspot so it can only be heard. Or else I’m only seeing spots. (Curved without balling-up or becoming flattened, paneled, or windowed.) Or, maybe the peepholes are replaced by letters whose cuts are still holes that open into drains, plumbing. So there’s nothing to see except the lack of lighting inside the pipes, what presents itself as the surface of some letter, some kind of writing. Maybe they can be read, maybe you can’t see shit. Like building a toilet while you try to use it: either move quickly or retain your excretion—either way, for sake of any remaining humanity, just don’t look! Or, maybe, if we are in the bathroom already, the peepholes, in all their glory, got submerged below the equator of sex. It’s difficult to say since I don’t know if I’m sitting or standing. (That’s why it’s important to study height differences among Higher apes.) For now it’s all peachy at face-value: money and fuzzy cleavage. A front entirely interstitial and with no sides so no shapes, no geometry—no fixed context besides a place in time that’s already elsewhere. But also no nothing. So—not a readymade but an unreadymade. After all, a readymade is all conditions with no premises, no givens, all takens(-in but not takens-away). Anyway, what’s been Given has been Taken-away—or at least given (back) more than once, without enumeration, all at once. (Surely, you can still start counting gas but you won’t know when to stop: given0, given1, given2, …. Given, Étant donnés, From Being Given: D’étant donnés—evenₙ Good lucks get givenₙ₊₁. No chance I can(‘t) look, but I’m (not) going to have to listen at the same time. Time spent well wasted. Wasted and lost like any primal scene—any flesh-toned artifact—I only started to look because I heard something, and now I don’t know exactly what I can’t see: “who’s making all that noise?”