All our writings are levels of Dante's Hell now. Everyone is assigned a place, based on merits & demerits. The eye of the Panopticon, internalized.
"This made me feel an emotion I cannot even roughly name."
on Greiner-rug glaiveclad · regard Tomita
clyte at "1418" · like a kaffir squire
the moon again moved · to the back burner
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