But this cannot be shared in words. It must be lived.
—Albert Camus, “The Minotaur, or Stopping in Oran”
This might be both a material analysis and a practice of wish fulfillment theory.
∴ If this, then that. There is a logic to my imbued lack. It was shaped early on by a staccato rhythm: years full of neglect and a melancholy of geography. Flat and broke—imagination became my vice.
This way of being—a kind of living—carved cravings with well-defined edges. It was how I learned corporeality was a tangible desire.
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I want to feel rapture as translation of the ordinary.
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