"Bone Awl listens to an old, anti social voice, but we know clearly who we are not. We are not anything except this awful, paranoid, postmodern human.
The world moves on and an arrowhead turns up. World’s do really end. Things go extinct eternally. We are waiting to surface in the garbage dump and be examined. It is now at this point that the story is told, the values have hardened on its face like warts. Now, we know what it’s made of. We rub dirt on our living bodies to make the decomposition process easier and faster. We wear natural materials that dissolve as to not distract attention from what really matters.
Bone Awl accepts its own death. It accepts its place in life’s wild somersaulting. When the mummy is exhumed and it’s leather pouch examined, we want to, however, somehow remind humanity of how they have gone horribly awry to a new, farther length."
Vad är ens egen natur och vad är annat? Vad är s. a. s. en själv och vad är undanflykter?
"And None The Lesser At The End Of A Rope"
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