I ventured out, in search of pure language, in pure flight from God.
Around me all was dark with the darkness of the world in the night of language, words eating at my skin.
I asked myself: How shall one discover language?
I answered myself: By means of a stick.
Around me all was dark with the darkness of the world in the night of language, words eating at my skin.
I asked myself: How shall one discover language?
I answered myself: By means of a stick.