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Tel Quel

je sais bien mai quand même

We will always be trapped in this pareidolic whirlwind of ambiguity and lapsed judgments; erring on the side of relativity. Even relativity has exceptions (ref. Poincaré, Lorentz, Einstein). Why do we always have a subconscious/conscious compulsion to define things larger than our selves/self: Being, Nothingness, Love. In truth, we are all equally vulnerable, needing to claim pieces of meaning, knowledge, identity and therefore absolution? In truth, we are all equally culpable. I cannot revive yesterday, but I can give you tomorrow.

Plastic flowers that fight for colour
Shadows floating on the ground, that always follow
Like international acclaim, it comes and goes never the same
You are, first on my list


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