PART OF THE HUMAN TRAGEDY LIES IN THIS:
WE CANNOT OVERCOME WHAT WE ARE, BUT WE ALSO REFUSE TO ACCEPT IT.
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I am the filter
I am the knife
I’m a little God on paper
and this is my realm.
Here, I do my tending
and, for the most part
with nothing but good intend
but,
if I’m a little God on paper,
what does that make you,
my friend?
The BODY is a permeable membrane
The BRAIN, its catalyst
The WORLD flows and passes through us,
without asking.
What emerges on the other side is often
remarkable familiar, yet strangely unknown.
Text AUTUMN 024 /// photographs AUTUMN 025
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