Olivia Ting

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We rely on you to embody us, and we exist because you can. So while we are cognizant of your fingers riffling through our pages, and we can describe in words the bitter taste of coffee, or a piquant sauce, or the salty semen spilled between our folios, we do not experience these sensations as you do—on your tongue, against your skin, inside your human body.
The Book of Form and Emptiness
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