“I remember waking in a field. The sun is above me. It has a face but not like mine. Its eyes are closed. I'm wearing a gown made of the hair we'd never grown. The gown stretches behind me as I walk, winding and clinging against the landscape as if to wed me to it. It pulls the roots of my scalp so wide and far apart you can see straight into my brain, the mounds and nubs there, holes and powder. Beneath the dirt, the blood is dry. Enmassed dreams of the dead hold up the lattice of the unnamed landscape. Where I'd already walked I knew I could not walk back. The light of day is near and thin with no one waiting.” DeathHumanityLonelinessEndlessMetaphysicsPost ModernismHuman ExtinctionBlake ButlerPost Post ModernismThree Hundred Million Book:Three Hundred Million Source: Three Hundred Million
“Paradoxism is not just another linguistic term or a literature device, but perhaps it is the definition of our post-postmodernism and metamodernism.” LiteratureParadoxParadoxicalMetamodernismParadoxismPost Post ModernismLinguistic Term Author:Rao Umar Javed