The Onion
As Peer Gynt says, I am an onion. Layers on top of layers, hiding a core.
Who am I?
Am I...
.../the things I like/the things I experience/the synthesizer of theory/the intertext/the death of the artist/the quest for meaning/...
?
Soon these layers just give way to more layers, though, and I have not found the center.
Who are you, Justin? I am but myself.
[310 Posts. 1 Year. End Blog.]
Who am I?
Am I...
.../the things I like/the things I experience/the synthesizer of theory/the intertext/the death of the artist/the quest for meaning/...
?
Soon these layers just give way to more layers, though, and I have not found the center.
Who are you, Justin? I am but myself.
[310 Posts. 1 Year. End Blog.]
Labels: fin de siècle, henrik ibsen, intertextuality, writing
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