Facing the crowd I stand, red curtains be my company.
I speak.
“I, am a surjective homomorphism (which maps onto this world in which I exist), (but) without any inverses.”
Connected to, yet isolated from – you.
I belong, only to me.
Facing the crowd I stand, red curtains be my company.
I speak.
“I, am a surjective homomorphism (which maps onto this world in which I exist), (but) without any inverses.”
Connected to, yet isolated from – you.
I belong, only to me.