the notion of being like a dog among men…a man should isolate himself from the species within the species itself, and choose the dog or the original fish as a starting point for the march towards himself….the man in question doesn’t accept those pseudo-fulfillments, the great decaying mask of the western world.  the guy who has wandered as far as the bridge on the avenida san martin and stands smoking on a corner watching a woman adjust her stocking, has a completely brainless idea of what he calls fulfillment, and he’s not sorry about it because something tells him that the seed lies in brainlessness, that the bark of a dog is closer to the omega than a thesis on the gerund in tirso de molina.  such stupid metaphors. but he goes on doggedly, his way of putting words together…
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