Piranesi's Book Journey

Checking off yet another eidolon amongst the performative-male-library-of-feminist-literature, and can once again flippantly though apologetically confirm that the girls are not having a very good time at all. Really, really lonely book.

Selfless in its most literal meaning, empty and impotent. Selfless because I cannot quite hold my own, not anything of my own. Selfless in the negative: erasure, removal.

Hard to divorce from the hard story of its author. Hope here, but a hope not chosen, in pieces. And such a brilliant mind and heart to lose.