"… neither reveals nor conceals"
The internal life and external monologue of someone staying sane in an outpost of Europe.
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A critique of “… neither reveals nor conceals”
What’s this? Who’s that? Where am I?
Where is this Outpost?
Month
November 2004
More coffee matters
Post-weekend illness
“look on my works… and despair”
A Brief Essay on Human Geography
Cold and blood
War
Art and bread
Party the Outpost way
Come to Molvanîa!
Unbelievable, yes; ungrateful, too?
Shopping in the Outpost capital…
On the necessity of caffeine
Car sounds
Looking for coffee
Shopping for socks
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