Print the Legend

Or more precisely, print the image of the legend. Das ding embracing toward memory. Print the memory you mean to convey.

Borges calls upon the writer to print the memories left behind by their books, the intended message wrapped in a metaphor. A donkey on a piano, nudes, the eye cut by Bunuel. 

The artist descends into a mirror that then transforms into a pool of blood.

A deformed child cries out in pain as his father’s intentions oscillate between care and termination.

Let’s give this a shot. You and I. Tomorrow

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