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Camping chairs are set up by the riverside next to the railway. Friends from a club, reunited after 20 years, are about...
The Paradox of the Gaze - Magazine KaveThe Paradox of the Gaze I always revel in the gaze. The famished EGO makes that gaze its prey, ostracizing the true self. Intoxicated by the spotlight. Blindly buried within a husk of flesh that is nothing but a shell. Perhaps. Perhaps I do not wish to look at myself. A self-image of polar extremes.