Mightless words! Vehicles of nothing! Like barking to a dying possum, be this a command, what would you do?
This is interesting
My exuberant, eccentric and extraordinary train journey, zigzagging through western and central Europe at a maniacal pace, walking a beautiful stretch of the Camino de Santiago near Donostia/San Sebastián, dipping my feet in the Atlantic Ocean in Sintra, staying in lovely boutique hotels as well as a bench on the boulevard of Nice, sipping red ...
You have to thicken your words to hold them in place
Gombrowicz on me
“Why, my man is created from the outside, that is, he is inauthentic in essence- he is always not-himself, because he is determined by form, which is born between people. His "I", therefore, is marked for him in that "interhumanity." An eternal actor, but a natural one, because his artificiality is inborn, it makes up a feature of his humanity-to be a man means to be an actor-to be a man means to pretend to be a man-to be a man means to "act like" a man while not being one deep inside-to be a man is to recite humanity.” ― Witold Gombrowicz