The moment I came up with the obnoxious title for this review a little voice chirped in my head and said, "You to kill yourself." I guess that's eros and "renunciation" in a nutshell. One part of me, like a baby, wants to smear my shit over the entire world until the boundary between me and the world dissolves. Another part, which is actually the voice of my mom scolding me when I was two, tells me that if I desist from smearing my shit on the world, I can enjoy the mild euphoria of doing so by clogging a white porcelain screen with black letters. This is starting to sound all Sam Kriss-like...
