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Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing

— John Cage

fundamental ambiguity when i wake napkin on the floor Curiosity on the eve of thirty-eight It Under-stand examine: difference of gift refusal & eternity staring at mess How calm is complacent consumption gl(eam|ance|int)

essays

everything is the same except composition and time

— Gertrude Stein

anti-friends numbers &/ notes sometimes i think (feel?) that i am far too negative