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Problems of Knowledge

04/28/2026 14:58h
Translation broadens language as divorce and remarriage extend family. Born to fade and break, facts huddle inside black brackets. Work means inquisition as a child separates a cricket’s wings from thorax. Ideas come apart as monads, metastasizing rhapsody on the edge of delicate dusk. Thunder sounds in the distance or television, always on in this constant rain.