"… 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?
This American rice is not American
Music for my ears
Is the winter any closer, at last?
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