does it fucking make sense to you if the context is served on a silver platter?
do you like to be spoon fed certainties and to not spoil away in doubt?
would you appreciate it if it was all in name of a raised fist? in name of screaming senseless atrocities where only the water can hear you?
are shallow waters included in constructive and innovative introspective work?
how can one help being so incredibly filthy opaque
how can one help being a body
