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A reflection on the multitudes I have contained and killed, via Brian Blanchfield's essays.
Thoughts on Marshall's bestselling geopolitics book, recollected in tranquility.
“Ah, well, those were the days, the projectionist thinks, changing reels in his empty palace. The age of gold, to phrase a coin..."
A reflection on the multitudes I have contained and killed, via Brian Blanchfield's essays.
Thoughts on Marshall's bestselling geopolitics book, recollected in tranquility.
Kathe Koja, The Cipher
Simon Marsh, Planning for Nature
Phoebe Giannisi, chimera
Flann O’Brien, The Poor Mouth
Izzeldin Abuelaish, I Shall Not Hate
Jorie Graham, [To] The Last [Be] Human
James Joyce, Ulysses (this may be here a while)
To love is merely to grow tired of being alone: it is therefore both cowardly and a betrayal of ourselves.
Vicente Guedes (Fernando Pessoa), The Book of Disquiet, trans. Margaret Jull Costa