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Between Me and Myself
The body is a big sagacity, a plurality with one sense, a war and a peace, a flock and a shepherd.
Friedrich Nietzsche · Thus Spake Zarathustra, “The Despisers of the Body” (Thomas Common trans.) ↗
I hear myself calling myself, yet cannot give this voice a name. Longing holds me close, and tears me open.
Curatorial note
The chrysalis became a butterfly Trembling, trembling Still trembling, still moving Dancing on phoenix wings Behold this world of sensual beauty and yet, it cannot hold a single speck of dust
Francis Du · The Worm (excerpt)