The Essence of Instinct (Film-Poem Online)

  The Essence of Instinct for Charles Darwin That summer you were alone with your thoughts, which is to say you were never alone. Nuage. Vapours. The Narwhal. Collecting iridescent bugs in your barely-visible net. Cataloguing, by sputtering candle the endless lists, ink darkening the corner of your mouth. Your armament of facts was nothing …

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