The actual actually begins inside, a head as a chamber of being (Dasein). My head is my castle. Also my food box, my bedroom. Also a prison, quarantine, solitary. My reading room – lecture hall. My studio. House of prayer. Gates, wickets, secret passages, breaches, ruined walls, moats and watch-towers, gardens of paradise. A break through the energy of will, as well as musty corners, abandoned defeats, long forgotten sins.
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