“[…] the way the old dog walked, with clotted, tired fur; down nobody’s alley, being nobody’s dog.”
~~ Charles Bukowski~~
Nineteen months lived; nineteen different melodies, seen but heard; Narrated experiences. Inexperienced. Sands in glass — labelled, tagged, marked; owned. Lost never had. Binaries interplayed in dimensions; rhetoric of counter-rhetoric. Rationality, a reluctant absurdist. Farce. Centres and Margins. Annihilate. Of cultivated necessity begotten, a Destruction. Shivers. Reason. Identities. Transcendent signifiers. Unidentified. Referents. Yes. No. May be. Assorted Psychedelics. Lost. Epiphany. Not broken illusions. Quantum of logical aesthetics.