This short piece is from a series titled “An Assemblage…” which will be going out randomly over the next who knows how long. It is draft content that I’m compiling in a single continuous narrative. No chapters, no headings. An absence of structure. I’m taking inspiration from another long gone…can you tell who it might be? These pieces will be for paying subscribers only so if you want access, pony up!
There is an inherent structure to this life. Structure that language affords it. Structure that writing affords it. But of itself, it has no structure. There is an essence of something that comes to the mind of what I perceive myself to be, and its output is in words. I don’t know what it is really. Perhaps this is what I am aside from that surface-level something that deems itself so important.
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