I am an imposter. They told me so… finally… it’s out…
What am I to do now with the life of agreeable fakery that
binds me, in claimed feebleness, to things and to people,
to suspect humanity. We could wonder about this…, and
wander… together… as if it were some new territory to
discover… a blank map, some terra incognita… a Moby Dick1
on the move with Gregory Peck clutching at the ropes of his
Harpoon, dead yet still alive at the same time… Step right
up, Boys, Girls, and Androgynes, you’ll get your money’s
worth… Log is so cheap…

 

Sorgente: booklog#25der couv-in.pdf