It is not that I have no past. Rather, it continually fragments on the terrible and vivid ephemera of now.
“Science, the agile ape, may well Up in his tree thus grin and grind his teeth At us beneath, The wearers of the bay and asphodel, Laughing to be his butts, And gathering up for use his ill-aim’d cocoa-nuts.”
Coventry Patmore
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