don't bag for me, bag
Perceptions shaped by natural selection would seem natural enough, yet in capturing the world in language the grammar twists translation until we're left with only an artifice in the image of our delusion. Whatever reality is out there has disappeared inside the bag of our means to understand it.

And once realized how shallow the bags really are, the tearing can begin.
Love,
the dead minotaur

And once realized how shallow the bags really are, the tearing can begin.
Love,
the dead minotaur
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