We are the " defining beings ". Binaries are the mediums of our comparisons and identity formations. There are so few books which make you wonder on the apparent condition of thought and thinking. Even rare are those stories which expose the hollow underground that is baseless and nothing of a superficiality which glorifies its own presence. As I dived into this text I recollected all the newness I had felt when I discovered for the first time that life was nothing but a shallow mass of nothingness. It takes you through the crumbling facade of anything and everything that assures belief. Words -- the ever present presence of language -- are the weakest links between the world of the eyes and the world of the mouth. Every line encounters my own sense of perceiving which suddenly is slightly transformed a moment after. Its a journey of listening rather than knowing this time. Of knowing a story without really spreading it out or talking about it later on. Something that just sticks to your skin like a scar, beautiful and marked.
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