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“If the feeling of vanity of everything could confer holiness, what a saint I couldn’t be! I would occupy the first place in the hierarchy of saints! The root of despair is self doubt. I am finished, I am on the verge of prayer.”

Translating Emil Cioran Journals

Find myself querying across forms.

Both discursively and technically.

Poetry

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