The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful.
A revolutionary poem will not tell you who or when to kill, what and when to burn, or even how to theorize. It reminds you... where and when and how you are living and might live, it is a wick of desire.
Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.