Beauty originated the desire to interpret.

Looking forward to the past,

life arises from a narrative, like a body crucified

for the sole purpose of returning.


Every tragedy births a fetishized story

crying to be interpreted;

holes in hands prevent the grasp of life

outside of its communication.


Mathematics is the new angel

of the old western world;

its mythos cloaked in the belief of logic,

feeding humanity’s continuing search.

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