Deleuze To know the difference between an object and another object is to place long reeds of grass between your teeth. The value of simple tasks like decomposition become a complicated thing when viewed through this prism. A man sits in a chair by the window and waits. Another man leaves the hospital with one less lung. Chained to the alignment of identity. Stars, perusal. One of us, I can’t be sure who, parades around the living room wearing nothing but a belt. The other one makes sense of the world by blotting out the spines of books. Raw experience“Craig Foltz”

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