The thousand spires of the heart of Europe pierce the night sky all around me, golden in their glorious stalemate with time. Where am I?
Of the earthly summers I have seen twenty but one.
As the sun treads its blazing arc, I am seen and heard taming the monster with eighty-eight black and white teeth.
I relish in ultimate abstraction, in the immaterial world, almost surreal in its detachment, yet harboring all the epitomes of perfection, both sterile and passionate - I am a mathematician.
A metaphor I may mix, yet in its warped nature, a new perception shall arise; as a cocoon has to split before a butterfly can be born - I am a writer.
Or, as to the last one, possibly, not. See for yourself.
Of the earthly summers I have seen twenty but one.
As the sun treads its blazing arc, I am seen and heard taming the monster with eighty-eight black and white teeth.
I relish in ultimate abstraction, in the immaterial world, almost surreal in its detachment, yet harboring all the epitomes of perfection, both sterile and passionate - I am a mathematician.
A metaphor I may mix, yet in its warped nature, a new perception shall arise; as a cocoon has to split before a butterfly can be born - I am a writer.
Or, as to the last one, possibly, not. See for yourself.
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