What does this mean? I look as through a glass darkly. The candle sputters. The rest of my tribe is asleep. I must write quickly before they wake. I think the sleepers would be angry to know I’m using their precious wick in the matter of writing these notes. The soul and its properties are negligible to those who must work. The candle is for finding our clothing in the pre-dawn darkness.
Write quickly. Open the throat of your hands. Put freedom on the page. Orphic animals . Let loose the electrolysis of sunlight on water. Let no one imagine that he or she is alone.
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 