"… 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?
A text message
A peculiar kind of nostalgia
In the absence of feedback…
Am I such an ass?
Stiff over the city