[ Essays ]


The Hibernating Homunculus
My mind is blurry when I write. What is writing, where does it go, I do not know.
Does the revolution start in our rooms?
When I was 14, I was first made aware of what happened to the women who were protesting …
Masks & Figures
So on the eleventh or twelfth day finally get out to the street action carrying a small burst of …
On Reincarnation
Thoughts accumulate, and memories such as encode oppositions to oneself, the way which, when thoroughly lost in the forest, …