EXISTENCE
EXISTENCE
Breathe in the air, it is free, ye poor, ye
refugees. Breathe deep and tell me
how it feels to have nothing but that
air in your mouth and lungs, so
slowly sucked in, seeped out;
barely a movement of your limbs,
shout to me, please, so I can
tell that you are not dead, not yet.
T...
Saturday 8th March 2025 11:21 am
WORLDS IN WORDS
WORLDS IN WORDS
The word Iâm looking for is âabsurdâ â
exactly the right word for a world in which
you canât rise from a chair and not
stare full square at, say, a centipede,
off nowhere in particular, he glides along
(or is it a swimming thing he does?).
We, that is, he and I are equals, for we
share random lives: I could have made a
cup of tea, then returned to...
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