Bored With Nihilism I’m bored with nihilism. I push colossal boulders and smile on occasion. I see Camus’s face in the stone. The meaninglessness of it all cleanses the detritus of my question-mark soul. Now there is nothing. I couldn’t be happier. The Nightmares Of Clocks My nightmares are perpetual as the clocks within, revolvingContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Robert Wilson”
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