Tuesday, October 22, 2019

PROSE SCAN

It's maximum output: constant subvocal rumination. The mind's attempt to establish silence, perhaps: by expelling all impressions, negating all reflection, projecting all functions. Dead bodies are politely moved to the side, and activity continues.



It is like a pyramid with no exterior: its blindness is its sight.




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