“Who can Say; but Who cares,
but what Details consider that only
the Dance creates the Desire, and makes it So:
One loses Sight of the original Object of Affection like the Bulk of Rome; rather: I go off and fucking write something about
half-realized Actions that even upon their Completion, are, at the End, like
the World through the Glaucomic Eye: Abstracted
yet wholly Concrete, like an Anvil, of what We thought, discerned Today.”
-Boris
Izsus 1990
