I don’t know who I am, and that’s the truth. It’s as true as the blemishes on my skin and the weariness of my hands. I’m the figure enshrouded in mist, a small stone statue[…]
Tag: World
A World of Indefinites
If there is anything I could say I “believe in” it is this: I believe in the world being indefinite. I believe in every belief, truth, and value to be flawed, therefore even this belief can not[…]