4 Mar 2022

Maybe this time I’ll outwit my past, a silhouette that seems to stretch into all directions and descend into all planes, speaking in Cartesian tongues. I have made the cosmic pilgrimage and now, sitting in this darkness, I wonder what I looked like.

Outside of a church at night, a small statue of a saint creates a large shadow against the building while a silhouette of a man stands in front of the statue.

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