Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est. —1616 days ago by Suleiman Razumovsky
One can try to say that text simply is, one can try his damnedest to maintain that fixed and foolish delusion that it stands itself for itself of and in itself as if it were something fundamental and human, something foolhardy and only intuitively available like love, violence, charity, expression.
I will allow this assertion, ridiculous as it is, to stand.
The author, Suleiman Razumovsky, is abject, intermittently forlorn, and a constant worshipper of, alas, mutable objects.
The type is OFL Sorts Mills Goudy TT for text and Josefin Sans Std Light for headings, both courtesy of Google Font.
