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Lost
to the world are the private sciences. Lost to the world is the touchy knowledge
of how and when to disappear. Lost to the world is the art of going. Nowadays
everyone stays, and because of it the cities stink and the countryside is
boring. Ghosts have not been seen, resurrection is a forgotten trick. Mortuaries
should be burnt to the ground and the precarious titbits stashed within
scattered over the indifferent oceans. Liberation of the dead, liberation
of ourselves. Come, putrefied corpses that belong to no one, come loved
cherubs and despised uncles, free yourselves from our lack of courage. |
