Tanatarja / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo
For a Secret Literature Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo There where everything is law, everything is light, everything is readable. There I could never live. Photophobia, logophobia, or whatever way anyone esteems worse. Maybe civilised spaces become as intolerable as deserts. The civilising process as an overflower of memory, as a compression of the lucid that … Continue reading “Tanatarja / Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo”