“Our poetry now is the realisation that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not possess it) and thus need not fear its loss. We need not destroy the past; it is gone. At any moment it might reappear and seem to be and be the present. Would it be repetition? Only if we thought we owned it, but since we don’t, it is free and so are we.”
Robed in leather. An earthly, olfactory quality. Essence of bookshelves with notes of Dr Jones’ Grail Diary and Nietzsche’s typewriter. “Our writing equipment takes part in the forming of our thoughts”.