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i, object


you measure me with calipers and pin me with your gaze

i’m quantified as figures and dissected into trays

you’ll tell me what i really am once all the data’s in

strip me of delusions as you peel away my skin

objective facts are all that’s real, the truth we all can see

i feel that i’m the subject but i guess that’s only me

From → poetry, slash poetry

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  1. “One more point,” they intoned in solemn chorus. “Properly speaking, should any individual ever have exact, clear knowledge of his own core consciousness?”

    “I wouldn’t know,” I said.

    “Nor would we,” said the scientists. “Such questions are, as they say, beyond science.”
    – from ‘Hard Boiled Wonderland and The End of the World’ by Haruki Murakami


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