Transparent Perspicaciousness
Excerpt: #010101010101010110 File Corrupted: #DoscAnovskI
I paused the video mid-sentence. “Neurological nudity,” I muttered, disgust curling my lip.
Moscanovski’s face froze on screen — that insufferable porcelain.
“This…” I gestured at the subscriber plea, the web store hawking, “…this is what passes for vulnerability now? Philosophical striptease interrupted by capitalism?”
I’d seen real perspicacity once. A woman’s eyes reading my grief without words. No Latin etymology. No merchandise.
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Just silence that understood everything.
Moscanovski understands nothing. Just performed profundity while checking his analytics.
“You want to undress souls?” I closed the laptop. “Start by removing your own mask first.”
Outside, rain began falling.
Honest. Unperformed. Real.
DoscAnovskI
Capitalist corruption is your thing? Then buy his lousy insufferable books and prints all you want.
