a lost voice

[…] reason by itself alone kills, and it is imagination that gives life.

Miguel de Unamuno, The Tragic Sense Of Life

will wuhan find its thucydides or lima its camus?
or perhaps a new boccaccio was born somewhere
in kolkata or mumbai? because for now, the wind
brings only the mouthpiece of statistics, followed
by finger pillory.

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