THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Thursday, 17 December 2020
Another Version*
Our eyes are glass birds in glass cages. They cannot fly. They can see out unclearly, and have been trained not to look inward lest they become feather-brained.
*of an idea worked on seven years ago while reading Malaparte's Kaputt.
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