Chickens should not be naked.|
I am ashamed to admit it. I am ashamed of my handwriting. It exposes my naked mind. In that handwriting I am more naked than when I get undressed. No leg, no breath, no dress, no sound. Neither a voice nor an image. Everything is emptied out. Instead the full man is shriveled, shrunk, and stunted into his scribbling. His lines are all that is left of him and his propagation. The unevenness between the upstroke and the blank paper, minimal and hardly to be felt by the fingertips of a blind man, forms the last proportion that comprises the fellow once again in his totality.
from Botho Strauss's Widmung