"… 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?
Hell must be a comfortably spacious place
The glorious bubble
617 – First impressions
To the Commonwealth of Massachusetts
Survival of the fittest
Your London days are over
Entia non sunt multiplicanda…
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