Each form is inadequate, like a graft to be rejected by its intractable and unrelenting host and thus can only serve a brief and momentary purpose coherent to a context rooted in contiguous reason. This...

O que eu sei é que somos trágicos. Os deuses escolheram assim. Somos todos uma brincadeira deles, marionetes que envelhecem rápido demais, uma experienciazinha carnal – de modo que não lhes interessa a parcimônia: criam...

All of the monsters in my head were created by people who thought they could make me a porcelain doll marionette of their own design.

I’m nothing but my ambition to become more than the marionette others created me to be.