The panopticon phenomenon
functions in collaboration
with alphabet(s)
and
obsession(s) with identity.
A prison.
A language.
An old old idea.
A deadness, stifling unbounded possibilities.
There's courage in the philosophical move towards aesthetics,
having everything to do with imagination
and the timeless occurence of pleasure.
Fling off your clothes and turn some music on.
I'm tired of all this rambling about becoming.
1 comment:
I like this one, too, but it's got too big of words for a grace note.
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