laying hold of my nature, i bring forth again and again this multitude of beings. i navigated the algebra of the city, sought forgiveness in the narrow corridors - an enormous stirring raises me. how i loathe the servitude people try to hold up to me as being so valuable - i pity the man who it condemned to it, who cannot escape it, but it is not the burden of his labour that disposes me in his favour, it is the vigor of his protest against it.
