The heretic dances fast in the rubble of the city walls.
Drop like beasts, drop like beasts.
Epigones sleep in shallow graves.
I am he.
The traveling tears of Sebastian Somersault.
“The same disease often afflicts artists and writers: they sink into satiated slumber in forms once invented and twice perfected. And they lack the strength to wound themselves, to cease loving what they once loved, to leave their old, familiar apartments filled with the scent of laurel leaves and walk away into the open field, to start anew.”
- Yevgeny Zamyatin (1923)
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