PREFACE

The cerebral life caught in the paralysis of analysis life lived in the head all things sullied by analysis no meaning no point in things isolated in itself the mind a world makes for itself watching it self in the cerebral life not living but only thinking incoercible where imagination exceeds reality to watch one think to be the spectacle of ones own self the paralysis of analysis to escape by indifference untill
The scent of Phalaenopsis catches the nose of thee The scent of Phalaenopsis kisses the senses of thee licks across the flesh of thee