I observe myself with scientific precision: a large-brained primate
manipulating an artifact with dexterous fingers.

I have gone to bed with blackness lately
for those who know how that feels.

Time’s racing.

Imagine you are the only one in the universe
you are its grimace and everything is suspended

Perhaps we need words that last, to bear each other’s gaze

gaze was originally published on Meandering home


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Kamiel Choi

Dutch philosopher and poet, sometimes sharing thoughts on the internet.

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