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1 " I love this landscape," the literary man began while they were walking through an irregular forest of pillars. "The only things here are /things/. The paint of meaning is peeled off. The things here have refused to be of any assistance at all to men. "
― Yumiko Kurahashi ,
2 " Consiousness sticks language onto existence, papering over existential facts that stick out awkwardly; or it attached words to such objects like ropes whereby it can drag and fling them about as it pleases. "