"… 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?
Infidels! I will turn you all into beasts of burden!
[Insert timely quotation
Other people’s crimes are heinous
American Memory V
American Memory IV
American Memory III
American Memory II
American Memory I
It’s a small world, after all
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