FLAMESI dreamed my robe caught fire, andI was engulfed in flames. I hardlyever wear a robe, so I'm not surefrom where that came. Ideas precedeessence, to twist a Sartrean mode.-Sartrean mode? Huh? You mean I needthink it before it can happen? No, notreally. Any Manhattan troglodyte cantell you where the donuts are, but in adump like that they've always been.Existence there precedes nothing.-It's all a maximum jumble and a minimaltwist. We go out the same way we camein: unassuming, like a patch of clover,or daisies in a field. I'd ask for a privateaudience if I could, but no one's everthere.-That robe? It's still burning, and all aroundme flames consume my essence.
Wednesday, December 7, 2022
15,834. FLAMES
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